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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.