Archive name: Hairy Peeter and the Philosopher's bone - Chapter 7.txt Authors name: SensualKink (senskin@gmail.com) Story Title: HP 1 - Ch 7 ------------------------------------------------------------ This is a work of parody. There is no intention to infringe on any copyright owners. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------ Hairy Peeter and the Philosopher's Bone - Chapter 7 (ped, inc, cons, size, cum eating) By SensualKink (senskin@gmail.com) Chapter Seven – The Squirting Hat The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired bitch in emerald-green robes and thong stood there. She had a very stern face and saggy tits. Hairy's first thought was that this was not someone to cross. She also had surprisingly shapely legs and a wet spot on her impressive camel toe. Hairy’s second thought was that this was someone he’d very much like to fuck. "The firs' years, Professor McGulpitall," said Hogrod. He was also eyeing the professor’s charms with sidelong glances and the two girls from before emitted breathless whimpers as his enormous cock began to twitch. "Thank you, Hogrod. I will take them from here." She pulled the door wide, her robes swishing back to reveal a tight, shapely ass. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Droolsleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit with torches shaped like big, hard cock spewing flaming cum like the ones at Groinglutts. The ceiling was too high to make out and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. They followed Professor McGulpitall across the flagged stone floor. Hairy could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -the rest of the school must already be here -- but Professor McGulpitall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously. Much fondling ensued and Hairy felt his cock fill with blood as anonymous hands slid under his robes squeezing and caressing his ass. "Welcome to Hogfarts," said Professor McGulpitall. "The start-of-sperm banquet will begin shortly, but before you plant your asses in the Great Hall, you will be squirted into your houses. The Squirting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your incestuous family within Hogfarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. "The four houses are called Gryffindong, Hufflepiss, Ravencunt, and Slithering. Each house has its own naughty history and each has produced outstanding bitches and jizzards. While you are at Hogfarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. "The Squirting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her eyes lingered for a moment on Nubile's thong, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Rim's smudged penis. Hairy nervously tried to flatten his tufts of pubic hair. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGulpitall. "Please wait quietly." She turned with a swish and gave them all a good view of her firm, round ass cheeks. She left the chamber. Hairy swallowed and straightened his hard-on. Professor McGulpitall’s ass was making him throb with lust. Maybe she could be counted on to abuse and molest him late at night. Just like is delicious Peetuna... "How exactly do they squirt us into houses?" he asked Rim, turning so they could inconspicuously rub their bulging crotches together for comfort. "Some sort of test, I think. Frod said it involves large things inserted in your anus, but I think he was joking." Hairy's cock gave an impressive jolt. A test? In front of the whole school? But he didn't know any magic yet -- what on earth would he have to do? He hadn't expected something like this the moment they arrived. If all he had to do was suck cock or take it up the ass, maybe he’d do fine. He looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified and idly rubbing their crotches (or someone else’s) too. No one was talking much except Hymenie Gangbanger, who was whispering very fast about all the sexual techniques she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need. Hairy tried hard not to listen to her. It always filled him with an overwhelming need to slide his cock down her skinny throat. He'd never been more nervous, never, not even when he'd had to take a school report home to the Droolsleys saying that he'd somehow turned his teacher's tits blue. He kept his eyes fixed on the door and straightened his aching penis so most of its length poked up above his waistband. Rim’s cock was doing the same, although his crimson-haired balls were also spilling out of the tattered holes in his ball bag. They stood close and rubbed their leaking cocks together, enjoying the intimacy. Any second now, Professor McGulpitall and her sexy ass and legs would come back and lead him to his doom. Then something happened that made him squirt piss about a foot in the air -- several people behind him screamed as hot piss rained on them. "What the fuck?" He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another, engaging in sex acts and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was banging a little boy from behind and saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance --" "My dear Friar, haven't we given Pees all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost -- I say, what the fuck are you all doing here?" A ghost wearing a ruff on his thong and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered. "Fresh meat!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Squirted, I suppose?" The little boy ghost looked up with a pained expression and emitted an echoing howl of pain and pleasure as the Friar’s fat penis split his little boy ass wide open. A few people nodded mutely and played with themselves. "Hope to see you in Hufflepiss!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know." "Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Squirting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGulpitall had returned with a nasty looking flail. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. "Now, form a line," Professor McGulpitall told the first years, stroking bare asses with the whip’s wicked fronds. "And follow my ass." Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Hairy got into line behind a boy with sandy hair and a plump little rump, with Rim’s stiff cock poking him from behind, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall. All the while, McGulpitall held her robes to the side so everyone could see her shapely ass jiggling from side to side as she sauntered. Hairy had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of cock-and-ball-shaped candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. Spaced throughout were delectable naked women on their knees with their asses in the air and the night’s feast festooned about their persons. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGulpitall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale butt cheeks in the flickering candlelight. Every so often a cock-and-ball candle would lurch and a hissing spray of molten wax would ejaculate then disappear into sparkling shimmers before it could do any damage. Dotted here and there among the students, the horny ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Hairy looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hymenie whisper, "Its bebitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogfarts, A History." It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens. It was even harder not to throw the cute girl on the floor and ram his throbbing cock between her prissy little lips. Hairy quickly looked down again as Professor McGulpitall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. She made sure to bow her knees and give them all a good look at her enormous camel toe. On top of the stool she put a pointed jizzard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Peetuna wouldn't have let it in the house. Hairy also caught a glimpse of what looked pink, quivering flesh beneath the brim. Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Hairy thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing -- noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began to sing: "Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge me hastily, I'll eat hot turds if you can find A randier hat than me. You can keep your bulging sacks, Your throbbing cocks and balls, For I'm the Hogfarts Squirting Hat And I will soak you all. There's nothing hidden in your lust The Squirting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will soak you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindong, Where dwell the big of cock, Their dangling nuts and chivalry Make Gryffindongs a flock; You might belong in Hufflepiss, Where they are just as horny, Those pee loving Hufflepisses are true And just a little corny; Or yet in wonky Ravencunt, If you've a twisted mind, Where those with queerest yearnings, Will always fondle their kind; Or perhaps in Slithering You'll make your victims bend, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their degenerate ends. So put me on! Don't be a puss! And don't avoid my flaps! You're in soft hands (though I have none) For I'm a thirsty cap!" The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. "So we've just got to try on the hat!" Rim whispered to Hairy. "I'll kill Frod, he was going on about deepthroating a troll." Hairy. smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to blow a monster, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather alot; Hairy didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him. Professor McGulpitall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. She flexed her exquisite butt cheeks and Hairy’s limp cock began to stiffen yet again. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be squirted," she said. "Abbutt, Hummah!" A pink-cheeked girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. The hat went through various gyrations and there were wet sucking sounds. The girl clutched her smallish breasts and there was an enormous gush of fluid that splurted around the brim of the hat and soaked her neck and chest. A moments pause -- "HUFFLEPISS!" shouted the hat. The table on the right cheered and groped the dripping girl as Hummah went to sit down at the Hufflepiss table. Hairy saw the ghost of the Fat Friar merrily wagging his huge cock at her. "Boners, Spoozan!" "HUFFLEPISS!" shouted the hat again with a gush of fluid, and Spoozan scuttled off to sit next to Hummah. "Butt, Tarry!" "RAVENCUNT!" The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravencunts stood up to shake cocks with Terry as he joined them. "Brocklehurts, Mandy" went to Ravencunt too, but "Brown, Lavoratory" became the first new Gryffindong, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Hairy could see Rim's twin brothers catcalling. "Bulstroke, Millicunt" then became a Slithering. Perhaps it was Hairy's imagination, after all he'd heard about Slithering, but he thought they looked like an unpleasant lot. He was starting to feel definitely sick now. He remembered being picked for teams during gym at his old school. He had always been last to be chosen, not because he was no good, but because no one wanted Didley to think they liked him. "Pinch-Fletchley, Justin!" "HUFFLEPISS!" Sometimes, Hairy noticed, the hat gushed and shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. "Funnigan, Semen," the sandy-haired boy next to Hairy in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat soaked him and declared him a Gryffindong. "Gangbanger, Hymenie!" Hymenie almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. This time Hairy could see what looked like huge, pulsating, dripping vulva underneath the hat. He would never forget how eagerly Hymenie jammed those huge creamy lips over her face. "GRYFFINDONG!" shouted the hat. Rim groaned when the girl’s head emerged with a pop, her bushy hair plastered to her face and torrents of creamy liquid cascading down her smiling face. A horrible thought struck Hairy, as horrible thoughts always do when you're very nervous. What if he wasn't chosen at all? What if he just sat there with the hat over his eyes for ages, until Professor McGulpitall jerked it off his head and said there had obviously been a mistake and he'd better get back on the train? When Nubile Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Nubile. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDONG," Nubile ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDongle, Mofag." Milftoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLITHERING!" Milftoy went to join his friends Crabs and Gayle, looking pleased with himself as they both knelt and buried their faces in his crotch. There weren't many people left now. "Moon" "Nutt" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Porks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last -- "Peeter, Hairy!" As Hairy stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. "Peeter, did she say?” “The Hairy Peeter?" The last thing Hairy saw before the glistening pink vulva slid over his face and eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat while a giant pulsating clit tapped his forehead. He did is best to slurp and lick juices. They were quite tasty but he knew of no way to stimulate the giant pussy enveloping his head. He waited. “Mmmmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Diffident. Very diffident. Plenty of cum volume, I see. Not a bad ass either. There's talent. Ah my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting.... So where shall I put you?" Hairy gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slithering, not Slithering. The soft, dripping flesh began to spasm and pulsate around him. Hot pussy liquids coated his face and the spasms felt like they’d squeeze his head flat. "Not Slithering, eh?" said the small cooing voice. "Are you sure? You could be a great rapist, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slithering will help you on the way to masochistic greatness, no doubt about that -- no? Well, if you're sure -- better be GRYFFINDONG!" Hairy heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat as a torrent of steaming juices blocked his hearing momentarily. Then he was standing there, soaked with cum looking down at a beautiful, oversized pussy beneath the hat’s brim. He tickled the giant clitoris in thanks and walked shakily toward the Gryffindong table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slithering, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Pussy the Prefuck got up and fondled his genitals vigorously, while the Wussley twins yelled, "We got Peeter! We got Peeter!" Hairy sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost reached beneath the table and squeezed his ball sack, giving Hairy the sudden, horrible feeling it had just been plunged into a bucket of ice-cold water. He could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest him sat Hogrod, who caught his eye, lifted his giant penis in salute and gave him the thumbs up. Hairy grinned back, licking his lips when he saw a dollop of pre-cum poised on Hogrod’s huge pisshole. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Anus Dribbledong. Hairy recognized him at once from the card he'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dribbledong's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts and Hairy could see his long, bent cock hanging between his legs touching the floor. Hairy spotted Professor Squirrel, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Condom. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban. And now there were only three people left to be sorted. "Thomass, Dean," A black boy even taller than Rim with a huge package beneath his thong joined Hairy at the Gryffindong table. "Turpentine, Lisa," became a Ravencunt and then it was Rim's turn. He was pale green by now. Hairy crossed his fingers under the table and a second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDONG!" Hairy clapped loudly with the rest as Rim collapsed into the chair next to him. "Well done, Rim, excellent," said Pussy Wussley. He sat pompously across from Hairy receiving a blowjob from a first-year as "Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slithering. Professor McGulpitall rolled up her scroll, sheathed it like sword in the elastic band of her thong and took the Sorting Hat away. Hairy looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago. Anus Dribbledong had gotten to his feet and lifted his gigantic cock so it lay across the table. He was beaming at the students, his knees splayed wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to expose himself to a room full of children. His enormous balls swung back and forth as he spread his arms wide. "Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogfarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!” "Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Hairy didn't know whether to laugh or not. "Is he -- a bit mental?" he asked Pussy uncertainly. "Mad?" said Pussy airily. "He's a genius! Best jizzard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Cum-covered potatoes, Hairy?" Hairy's mouth fell open. The dishes in front of him were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops all smothered in mother’s milk gravy, genital sausages, bacon and butt steak, boiled potatoes with hot cum, roast potatoes with pussy juice, fries, Yankshire pudding, peas in sugared pee water, carrots in the shape of penises and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs. Everything was accompanied by generous helpings of sauces made from bodily fluids and they were all arrayed on top of and around an absolutely gorgeous naked female who knelt with an apple in her mouth like the sexual pig she was. The Droolsleys had never exactly starved Hairy, but he'd never been allowed to eat as much as he liked. Didley had always taken anything that Hairy really wanted, even if it made him sick. Hairy piled his plate with a bit of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all delicious, especially when he found out it was perfectly acceptable to dip anything you liked in the beautiful young woman’s orifices. "That does look good," said the ghost in the thong ruff sadly, watching Hairy cut up his steak, "Can't you --?" I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nickleass de Mumsy-Porkington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindong Tower." "I know who you are!" said Rim suddenly. "My brothers told me about you -- you're Nearly Headless Nick!" "I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy --" the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Semen Funnigan interrupted. "Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted. "Like this," he said irritably. He seized his thong and pulled. His long, lean penis swung free. It was topped by a big, mushroom shaped head that had been nearly sliced off. Someone had obviously tried to cut the end of his cock off, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flopped his cock around so his head waggled all over on its little connecting piece of skin, coughed, and said, "So -- new Gryffindongs! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindongs have never gone so long without winning. Slitherings have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable -- he's the Slithering ghost." Hairy looked over at the Slithering table and saw a horrible ghost sitting there, with blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and his thong and legs stained with silver blood. He was right next to Milftoy who, Hairy was pleased to see, didn't look too pleased with the seating arrangements. "How did he get covered in blood?" asked Semen with great interest. "I've never asked," said Nearly Headless Nick delicately. When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. Not so the naked girl. She remained covered in gravy with French fries protruding from her delicious anus and her splayed pussy lips. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, trickle tarts, chocolate éclairs shaped like penises with real cum filling and pussy-jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding -- " As Hairy helped himself to a trickle tart, the talk turned to their families. "I'm half-and-half," said Semen. "Me dad's a Muffle. Mom didn't tell him she was a bitch 'til they were doin it on their wedding night. Bit of a nasty shock for him." The others laughed. "What about you, Nubile?" said Rim. "Well, my gran brought me up and she's a bitch," said Nubile, "but the family thought I was all-Muffle for ages. My Great Uncle Orgie kept trying to catch me off my guard and fuck some magic into me -- he and five others cornered me off the end of Blankpool pier once, I nearly drowned on all that cum -- but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Orgie came round for dinner, and he was fucking me over the sill of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered to suck the cum out of his dirty cock and he accidentally let go. But I bounced -- all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. They began to have sex with me all the time. And you should have seen the orgy they threw me when I got in here -- they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you see. Great Uncle Orgie was so pleased he bought me my toad and let me fuck him for the first time." On Hairy's other side, Pussy Wussley and Hymenie were talking about lessons ("I do hope they start right away, there's so much to learn, I'm particularly interested in sexual Transfiguration, you know, turning something into something naughty, of course, it's supposed to be very difficult-"; "You'll be starting small, just your clit into a little penis and that sort of thing -- "). Hairy, who was starting to feel warm and horny, looked up at the High Table again. Hogrod winked at him as he secreted Professor McGulpitall’s goblet and filled it with piss under the table. Professor McGulpitall was talking to Professor Dribbledong and had her hand in his lap. Professor Squirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Squirrell's turban straight into Hairy's eyes -- and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Hairy's cock. "Ouch!" Hairy clapped a hand to his crotch. "What is it?" asked Pussy, lifting up so he could gawk between Hairy’s legs. "N-nothing,” Hairy said, taking his own look at Pussy’s package and feeling his cock begin to stiffen yet again. The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Hairy had gotten from the teacher's look -- a feeling that he didn't like Hairy at all and wanted to humiliate and fuck him. Hairy felt a surge of excitement at the idea. "Who's that teacher talking to Professor Squirrell?" he asked Pussy, being sure to let Pussy see his obvious stare at the thinly clad boner he was sporting. "Oh, you know Squirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous and jerking him off under the table, that's Professor Snip. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to -- everyone knows he's after Squirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Sexual Arts, Snip." Hairy watched Snip for a while, but Snip didn't look at him again. He was disappointed. He didn’t know what the Dark Sexual Arts were, but he thought it would be fun to learn from a creepy looking guy with such a big, white penis. At last, the desserts too disappeared and the older students began to fuck every hole and lick every inch of the women in the middle of the tables. Professor Dribbledong got to his feet again. The hall fell silent. His enormous bent cock stood straight out in front of him. "Alright you little minxes -- just a few more words now that we are all fat, dumb and horny. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.” "First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." Dribbledong's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Wussley twins. “All sexual activity is monitored. Every orgasm at Hogfart’s is recorded and reviewed. Any unauthorized orgasms will be severly punished.” "I have also been asked by Mr. Fist, the caretaker, to remind you all that no bodily fluids should be left between classes in the corridors.” "Quimmitch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.” "And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to experience a very painful ass-raping." Hairy laughed, but he was one of the few who did. "He's not serious?" he muttered to Pussy. "Must be," said Pussy, frowning at Dribbledong as he slid his thong down to reveal small but fat red cock. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere -- the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefucks, at least." "And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dribbledong. Hairy noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed. Dribbledong gave his dildo a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon of cum flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words. "Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dribbledong, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed: "Hogfarts, Hogfarts, Hoggy Farty Hogfarts, Teach us how to please, Whether to be furred or bald When to be on our knees, Our heads could do some filling To a variety of holes we stuff, For now they're bare in the steamy air, Ready to squirt some fluff, So show us who’s worth blowing, Who’d love a tight young hole, Just show your best, we'll do the rest, And we’ll fuck you to your soul. Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Wussley twins were left singing along to a very slow country ballad. Dribbledong conducted their last few lines using his giant cock and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. "Ah, music," he said, wiping his dripping cock on the end of McGulpitall’s nose. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you go for a free first night of fucking!" The Gryffindong first years followed Pussy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. Hairy's cock was as hard as lead again, but only because he was so happy and full of food. He was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and flashed them as they passed, or that twice Pussy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and X-rated tapestries. They climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet, and Hairy was just wondering how much farther they had to go when they came to a sudden halt. A bundle of spanking canes was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Pussy took a step toward them they started flying around whacking bare asses. "Pees," Pussy whispered to the first years, rubbing his stinging ass cheeks. "A peltergust." He raised his voice, "Pees – go fuck yourself" A loud, rude sound, like the air flatulating out of a loose pussy, answered. "Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?" There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating spread-legged in the air, clutching at hairy genitals. "Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!" He began pissing at them. They all ducked. "Go away, Pees, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" barked Pussy. Pees stuck out his tongue and vanished, spanking canes suddenly dropping on Nubile's head. They heard him farting away, rattling coats of armor as he passed. "You want to watch out for Pees," said Pussy, as they set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can dominate him, he won't even listen to us prefucks. Here we are." At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in pink silk undies. "Password?" she said, slurping on a popsicle shaped like a huge cock. "Caput Dorconis," said Pussy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it -- Nubile needed a leg up -- and found themselves in the Gryffindong common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy dildo-festooned armchairs. Pussy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory giving most of them a soft slap on their bare butts or sometimes a tender squeeze. He directed the boys through another using his stiff cock to point the way. Hairy made sure his ass was not covered by his robes and lingered just long enough to invite Pussy to smack his own tender cheeks. Pussy took the opportunity to squeeze Hairy’s bare butt and also give his aching anus a little tickle. At the top of a spiral staircase -- they were obviously in one of the towers -- they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled off their clothes and fell into bed. "Great food, wasn't it?" Rim muttered to Hairy as they lay in a 69, wolfing down each other’s cocks like they were starving. "Get off, Shlobbers! He's chewing my nuts." Hairy played with Rim’s crimson-haired balls and sucked his long, pale cock like a pro. He was soon rewarded with splashes of Rim’s watery cum spurting into his hungry mouth. It was hot and steamy and Hairy had already come to love the taste. He was so excited about the years they would spend together and tried to imagine the volume of Rim’s sperm he would eat before they graduated. As Hairy had hoped, when Rim’s cock began to deflate and Hairy was busy suckling his tender nut sack, Rim quietly asked Hairy to fuck him in the ass again. Hairy eagerly positioned himself behind the boy’s plump, white ass cheeks. Hairy lined up his huge, leaking head with Rim’s crinkled, pink hole, thrilled at the prospect of squirting hot cum deep inside the boy’s tight rectum. As he spread Rim’s cheeks apart to get a good look at the glistening, pink shit tube he was about to fuck, a buzzing noise arose accompanied by a shimmering blue curtain of magical energy that filled Rim’s gaping sphincter. Hairy got gooseflesh as his cock head met with resistance and shivers of electricity ran up his penis. Then the magical barrier gave way with a pop and he groaned as his huge, gleaming penis sank into Rim’s tight, warm asshole. Hairy realized this must be some kind of magical chastity spell that had been suspended for the night. Before long he heard grunts and moans and realized all the boys were indulging. He made sure to give it to Rim good, feeling it was a point of pride to make him moan and groan like a whore. Before long, curtains were thrown back and Hairy was treated to the sights and sounds of buttfucking all around him. The sight of a boy he didn’t know pulling out of Nubile’s plumper ass and milking out a huge, thick load onto the boy’s eager tongue pushed Hairy over the edge. He gripped Rim’s soft ass and lunged into him, throwing back his head and crying out with a magnificent orgasm. His huge cock surged and exploded for a full minute, painting the insides of Rim’s man-pussy with quarts of thick, creamy cum. Afterwards, they lay spooning with Hairy’s deflating penis still firmly penetrating Rim’s tight anus. Torrents of shit-streaked cum oozed around his cock and he lovingly spread it into Rim’s soft, white ass cheeks. He was going to ask Rim if he'd ever been fucked by Pussy, but he fell asleep almost at once. Perhaps Hairy had eaten too much of Rim’s delicious cum, because he had a very strange dream. He was wearing Professor Squirrell's turban, which kept talking to him, telling him he must transfer to Slithering at once, because it was his destiny. Hairy told the turban he didn't want to be in Slithering; it got heavier and heavier; he tried to pull it off but it tightened painfully and Hairy could feel something growing out of the back of his aching head -- and there was Milftoy, laughing at him and pissing in Hymenie’s mouth as he struggled with it -then Milftoy turned into the hook-nosed teacher, Snip, whose laugh became high and cold -- there was a burst of green light and Hairy woke, sweating and holding the biggest hard-on he’d ever had. Shaking with fear, confusion and lust, he mounted Rim again as the boy slept on his back. Rim never woke but he instinctively spread his legs and Hairy fucked him gently in the ass for a long time. Just as Hairy was about to cum again, Nubile’s goofy face poked through the curtains. He climbed on the bed, lay his face down on the small of Rim’s back and opened his mouth expectantly. Hairy didn’t disappoint. When he came, he slid his lurching cock out of Rim’s slimy asshole and squeezed it between the boy’s pert butt cheeks. Then, stroking Rim’s butt like a hot dog in a soft roll, he launched another enormous load onto Nubile’s face and into his eager mouth. Each time Hairy stroked forward and his balls mingled with Rim’s he shuddered and his cock throbbed with a long, thick gout of hot cream. Nubile’s entire face was plastered and his eyes glued shut, but he extended his tongue and giggled as thick cum splashed into his mouth and quickly filled it. Afterwards, Hairy milked out the last drops, loving how it felt to sling them at Nubile. He lay next to Rim with his huge cock laying across the boy’s upper thigh. Nubile licked and slurped up every drop, cleaning Hairy’s cock and balls tenderly and cleaning up Rim’s pulsing asshole and balls as well. With his satisfied cock buried in Nubile’s nursing lips, Hairy fell asleep again, and when he woke next day, he didn't remember the dream at all.