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Hairy Peeter and the Philosopher's Bone - Chapter 9 (ped, inc,
cons, size, cum eating) By SensualKink (senskin@gmail.com)

The Midnight Duet

Hairy had never believed he would meet a boy he hated and
simultaneously wanted to be fucked by more than Didley, but that
was before he met DorcoMilftoy. Still, first-year Gryffindongs
only had Potions with the Slitherings, so they didn’t have to put
up with Milftoy much. Or at least, they didn’t until they spotted
a notice pinned up in the Gryffindong common room that made them
all groan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday — and
Gryffindong and Slithering would be learning together.

“That’s fucking typical,” said Hairy darkly. “Just what I always
wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of
Milftoy.” Much as he hated Milftoy, he couldn’t shake the desire
to be looked on favorably by the boy.

He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than he’d
been anticipating all the cock he’d get to suck at Hogfarts.

“You don’t know that you’ll make a fool of yourself,” said Rim
said comfortingly, reaching over the stroke Hairy’s package.
“Anyway, I know Milftoy’s always going on about how good he is at
Quimmitch, but I bet he’s full of shit.” Hairy looked around to
make sure no one was watching, then lifted his shirt so Rim could
stroke the top of his huge cock which was now sticking up above
his waistband. Rim cooed softly and rubbed precum all over
Hairy’s head, making his cock throb and seep ever more liquid.

Milftoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. Almost as much as
he talked about buttfucking. He complained loudly about first
years never getting on the House Quimmitch teams and told long,
boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly
escaping Mufflestrying to gang rape him. He wasn’t the only one,
though: the way SemenFunnigan told it, he’d spent most of his
childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick. Even
Rim would tell anyone who’d listen about the time he’d almost hit
a hang glider on Chortle’s old broom. Everyone from jizzarding
families talked about Quimmitch constantly. Rim had already had a
big argument with Dean Thomass, who shared their dormitory, about
soccer. Rim couldn’t see what was exciting about a game with only
one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Hairy had caught Rim
prodding Dean’s poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make
the players turn around so he could see their scantily clad
asses.

Nubile had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his
grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Hairy felt
she’d had good reason, because Nubile managed to have an
extraordinary number of accidents that usually resulted with
something up his ass.

HymenieGangbanger was almost as nervous about flying as Nubile
was. This was something you couldn’t learn by heart out of a book
— not that she hadn’t tried. At breakfast on Thursday she bored
them all stupid with flying tips she’d gotten out of a library
book called Quimmitch Through the Ages. Nubile was hanging on to
her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang
on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased
when Hymenie’s lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the
mail.

Hairy hadn’t had a single letter since Hogrod’s note, something
that Milftoy had been quick to notice, of course. Milftoy’s eagle
owl was always bringing him packages of sweets made from his
mother’s cum from home, which he opened gloatingly at the
Slithering table.

A barn owl brought Nubile a small package from his grandmother.
He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a
large testical, which seemed to be full of white, pearly cum.

“It’s a Ream-me-ball!” he explained. “Gran knows I forget things
— this flies up your ass and fucks you if there’s something
you’ve forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if
it turns red — oh …” His face fell, because the Ream-me-ball had
suddenly glowed scarlet, “… you’ve forgotten something …” Quick
as a shot, the ball whipped out of Nubile’s hand and raced over
his head and down his back. Nubile squealed with surprise as the
ball zipped under his robes and smacked into his tight sphincter
with a loud plop. Nubile’s knuckled were white as he gripped the
table and his whole body lurched up and down as the ball stroked
itself in and out of his rectum.

Nubile lifted his robes and let his plump, white ass hang free
over the edge of the bench. Rim and Hairy were both jealous and
aroused watching the glowing red sphere whip in and out of his
hairless asshole. Nubile was trying hard to ignore the pleasure
he was feeling and to remember what he’d forgotten when
DorcoMilftoy, who was passing the Gryffindong table, snatched the
Ream-me-ball out of the air as it exited Nubile’s butt on one
back stroke.

Hairy and Rim jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a
reason to fight Milftoy, but Professor McGulpitall, who could
spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in
a flash.

“What the fuck is going on?” she snapped, her robes swaying
around so that her smallish, saggy tits were visible.

“Milftoy’s got my Ream-me-ball, Professor,” Nubile moaned,
arching his back and obviously longing for the anal penetration
to continue.

Scowling, Milftoy quickly dropped the shit-stained Ream-me-ball
back on the table.

“Just looking,” he said wiping his fingers on Nubile’s robes. He
grinned evilly and sloped away with Crabs and Gayle behind him.

At three-thirty that afternoon, Hairy, Rim, and the other
Gryffindongs hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for
their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the
grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping
lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the
grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly
in the distance. Many of the children giggled and frolicked, some
even whipping their robes off to scamper about naked for a few
minutes.

The Slitherings were already there, and so were twenty
broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Hairy had heard
Frod and GorgeWussley complain about the school brooms, saying
that some of them ceased to vibrate if you flew too high, or
always flew slightly to the left.

Their teacher, Madam Cooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair,
and yellow eyes like a hawk. Her tits were magnificent and
threatened to burst the buttons on her robe. Hairy could also see
a neatly trimmed landing strip of graying pubic hair just above
her scantily-thonged crotch.

“Well, what the fuck are you all waiting for?” she barked.
“Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.”

Hairy glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs
stuck out at odd angles. He was especially nervous about the
cock-shaped protrusion called the Spit that was inserted up his
ass when he rode it. He couldn’t imagine how painful a splinter
in the rectum would be.

“Stick out your right hand over your broom,” called Madam Cooch
at the front. She stood with her legs spread and Hairy found
himself getting aroused at how thick and luscious her thighs
were. “And say ‘Up!’ ”

“UP!” everyone shouted.

Hairy’s broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the
few that did. HymenieGangbanger’s had simply rolled over on the
ground and the Spit increased in length and girth before her wide
eyes. Nubile’s hadn’t moved at all. Perhaps brooms, like horses,
could tell when you were afraid, thought Hairy; there was a
quaver in Nubile’s voice that said only too clearly that he
wanted to keep his feet on the ground.

Madam Cooch then showed them how to mount their brooms. This
necessitated her whipping her robes over one hip and pulling her
thong aside. Hairy felt his mouth water when he got a good look
at her ample ass cheeks. She then squatted so everyone had a
perfect view of her glistening pink asshole and smoothly inserted
her Spit firmly up her ass. She then walked up and down the rows
correcting their grips and manhandling Spits up particularly
tight asses. Hairy and Rim were delighted when she told Milftoy
he’d been riding a broom with a child-sized Spit for years.

“Now, when I extract my Spit and blow this fart I’ve been saving,
you kick off from the ground, hard,” said Madam Cooch. “Keep your
brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down
by leaning forward slightly so you can just feel the bottom of
the Spit coming out of your ass. On my fart — three — two —”

But Nubile, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the
ground, pushed off hard before the Spit had cleared Madam Cooch’s
beautiful asshole.

“Come back, you little fucker!” she shouted, but Nubile was
rising straight up like a pent up cumshot out of massive dick —
twelve feet — twenty feet. Hairy saw his scared white face look
down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, roll sideways and
slip off the Spit and —

WHAM — a thud and a nasty crack and Nubile lay facedown on the
grass in a heap, his plump white ass in the air. His broomstick
was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily
toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.

Madam Cooch was bending over Nubile, her face as white as his and
her shapely bare ass now jutting into the air as well. She
reached underneath him and slid her hand between his legs.

“Broken cock,” Hairy heard her mutter. “Come on, boy — it’s all
right, up you get.”

She turned to the rest of the class.

“None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital
wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you’ll be out of
Hogfarts before you can say ‘Quimmitch.’ Come on, dear.” She held
Nubile’s bent penis gently in her fingers and led him away.

Nubile, his face tear-streaked, clutching her wrist, hobbled off
with Madam Cooch, who had her other arm around him and was
squeezing his ass cheeks.

No sooner were they out of earshot than Milftoy burst into
laughter.

“Did you see his dick, the great lump?”

The other Slitherings joined in.

“Shut the fuck up, Milftoy,” snapped PervertiPetal.

“Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?” said PissyPorkinson, a
hard-faced Slithering girl. “Never thought you’d like fat little
crybabies, Perverti.”

“Look!” said Milftoy, darting forward and snatching something out
of the grass. “It’s that stupid thing Longbottom’s gran sent
him.”

The Ream-me-ball glittered like a magical ball of semen in the
sun as he held it up.

“Give that here, Milftoy,” said Hairy quietly. Everyone stopped
talking to watch.

Milftoy smiled nastily and rubbed the Ream-me-ball up and down in
his ass crack.

“I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find — how
about — up a tree?”

“Give it here!” Hairy yelled, but Milftoy had leapt onto his
broomstick and taken off. He hadn’t been lying, he could fly
well. And Hairy couldn’t get the image of the Spit slipping into
Milftoy’s ass out of his mind. Hovering level with the topmost
branches of an oak he called, “Come and get it, puss-wad!”

Hairy grabbed his broom and sat gingerly on the wooden Spit.

“No!” shouted HymenieGangbanger. She went to grab Hairy’s broom
and her dainty little hand accidentally grabbed his scantily clad
genitals. “Madam Cooch told us not to move — you’ll get us all
into trouble.”

Hairy ignored her and the thrill her touch had given him. Blood
was pounding in his ears and filling his enormous cock. He kicked
hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through
his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him — and in a rush of
fierce joy he realized he’d found something he could do without
being taught — this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled his
broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and heard screams
and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from
Rim.

He turned his broomstick sharply to face Milftoy in midair.
Milftoy looked stunned.

“Give it here,” Hairy called, “or I’ll knock you off that broom
and fuck you with it!”

“Oh, yeah?” said Milftoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.

Hairy knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned forward and grasped
the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Milftoy like
a javelin. Milftoy only just got out of the way in time; Hairy
made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. A few people
below were clapping.

“No Crabs and Gayle up here to save your tiny dick, Milftoy,”
Hairy called.

The same thought seemed to have struck Milftoy.

“Catch it if you can, then!” he shouted, and he threw the glass
ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.

Hairy saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air
and then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom
handle down — next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive,
racing the ball — wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the
screams of people watching — he stretched out his hand — a foot
from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom
straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the
Ream-me-ball clutched safely in his fist.

“HAIRY PEETER!”

His heart sank faster than his blood pressure when his gigantic
cock filled with blood. Professor McGulpitall was running toward
them, saggy tits flopping around. He got to his feet, trembling
with unexplained lust for the older woman.

“Never — in all my time at Hogfarts —”

Professor McGulpitall was almost speechless with shock, and her
glasses flashed furiously, “— how dare you — might have broken
that beautiful cock —” Hairy was quite embarrassed as she yanked
him to his feet and jammed her hand into the genital pouch of his
thong immediately arousing his huge penis.

“It wasn’t his fault, Professor —” Perverti moved closer eyeing
Hairy’s crotch as McGulpitall fondled his big balls behind the
excuse of checking to see that he was alright.

“Shut your slut mouth, Miss Petal —”

“But Milftoy —”

“That’s enough, Mr. Wussley. Peeter, follow me, now.”

Hairy caught sight of Milftoy, Crabs, and Gayle’s triumphant
faces as he left, walking numbly in Professor McGulpitall’s wake
as she strode toward the castle. She still had her fingers
gripping his growing cock, pulling him along behind like a child.
He was going to be expelled, he just knew it. He wanted to say
something to defend himself, but there seemed to be something
wrong with his voice. Professor McGulpitall was sweeping along
without even looking at him; he had to jog to keep up with her
surprisingly shapely ass. Now he’d done it. He hadn’t even lasted
two weeks. He’d be packing his bags in ten minutes. What would
the Droolsleys say when he turned up on the doorstep?

Up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and still
Professor McGulpitall didn’t say a word to him. By this time,
Hairy’s cock was throbbing in her grip. She wrenched open doors
and marched along corridors with Hairy trotting miserably behind
her. Maybe she was taking him to Dribbledong. He thought of
Hogrod, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Perhaps he
could be Hogrod’s assistant. His stomach twisted as he imagined
it, watching Rim and the others becoming jizzards while he
stumped around the grounds carrying Hogrod’s bag and being used
like a slut.

Professor McGulpitall stopped outside a classroom. She opened the
door and poked her head inside.

“Excuse me, Professor Flutewhack, could I borrow Wood for a
moment?”

Wood? thought Hairy, bewildered; was Wood a dildo she was going
to use on him?

But Wood turned out to be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who
came out of Flutewhack’s class looking confused.

“Follow me, you two,” said Professor McGulpitall, and they
marched on up the corridor, Wood looking unabashedly interested
in Hairy’s big cock.

“In here.”

Professor McGulpitall pointed them into a classroom that was
empty except for Pees, who was Abusy drawing water sports
pictures on the blackboard.

“Out, Pees!” she barked. Pees threw the chalk into a bin, which
clanged loudly, and he swooped out cursing. Professor McGulpitall
slammed the door behind him and turned to face the two boys. She
still gripped Hairy’s huge cock and was now gently stroking it up
and down.

“Peeter, this is Ilove Wood. Wood — I’ve found you a Squeaker.”

Wood’s expression changed from puzzlement to delight.

“Are you fucking serious, Professor?” The large boy grinned down
at Hairy and began to rub the growing bulge in his pants without
any concern for the presence of a teacher.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” said Professor McGulpitall crisply. “The
boy’s a natural. I’ve never seen anything like it. Was that your
first time on a broomstick, Peeter?” She moved very close to
Hairy and looked down at him severely. At the same time, her
other hand slid between his legs to heft his weighty balls and
roll them around in her thin fingers.

Hairy nodded silently. He didn’t have a clue what was going on,
but it didn’t look like he was going to be expelled, and some of
the feeling started coming back to his legs. He also didn’t feel
as embarrassed to have his enormous, stiff cock displayed to both
of them. In fact, he was kind of enjoying it.

“He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive,”
Professor McGulpitall told Wood. “Didn’t even scratch himself.
Chortle Wussley couldn’t have done it.”

Wood was now looking as though all his dreams had come true at
once. Ilove undid his trousers and let them drop to the floor.
His cock wasn’t very long but it was big and fat a juicy. His
hairy balls were almost as big as Hairy’s. McGulpitall smiled
warmly at Hairy as his cock throbbed at the sight of this
stranger’s genitalia.

“Ever seen a game of Quimmitch, Peeter?” he asked excitedly,
stroking his fat piece of meat and sidling up behind Hairy.

“Wood’s captain of the Gryffindong team,” Professor McGulpitall
explained. She shrugged her robes off her shoulders and stood
before him with nothing on but a thong and knee-high leather
boots. And that ridiculous pointy hat on her head. Hairy felt his
cock pulsing quickly as he drank in the sight of her mostly-naked
body. Even though they were small and saggy, he desperately
wanted to suck her hard nipples.

“He’s just the build for a Squeaker, too,” said Wood, now walking
around Hairy and staring at him. “Light — speedy — we’ll have to
get him a decent broom, Professor — a Numbnuts Two Thousand or a
Cumsweep Seven, I’d say.” Hairy jumped when Ilove lifted his
robes and began to squeeze and caress his soft ass cheeks. “And
what a sweet ass!”

“I shall speak to Professor Dribbledong and see if we can’t bend
the first-year rule. Heaven knows, we need a better team than
last year. Flattened in that last match by Slithering, I had to
take Severus Snip’s loads in the face for weeks. …”

Professor McGulpitall peered sternly over her glasses at Hairy.
She gripped his cock firmly and smirked when Ilove pulled his
thong down and began to tickle his butt hole with a finger. “One
thing you should know though, Hairy.”

“Um..what’s that?” Hairy asked, unconsciously arching his back
and presenting his bare ass to the older boy behind him.

“As captain of the team, Ilove can demand any sexual favor he
wants from you at any time. I want to hear you’re training hard
and pleasing Ilove, Peeter, or I may change my mind about
punishing you.”

Then she suddenly smiled and sank to her knees.

“Your father would have been proud,” she said. “He was an
excellent Quimmitch player himself. And he had a big cock every
bit as delicious as this one.”

McGulpitall reached back into her robes on the floor and
extracted a vial. She reached up and handed it to Ilove. “Here.
Essence of Centaur semen. Lube him up with that.”

Hairy jumped as Ilove pulled his ass cheeks apart and dripped
some of the liquid onto Hairy’s anus. Immediately his sphincter
began to pulse and wink. “Uhhhhh….” Ilove groaned. “What a
beautiful asshole he’s got!”

Hairy looked back to see the larger boy holding his ass cheeks
spread apart with a dreamy smile on his face. His fat cock was
jumping up and down excitedly dripping sweet nectar that dappled
Hairy’s white cheeks.

Hairy turned back to McGulpitall, earnestly hoping she was on her
knees because she was going to suck him off. The school’s rule
against unauthorized orgasms was killing him and he desperately
needed to cum. She looked up at him knowingly and all the austere
authority returned. Hairy suddenly felt ashamed to think this
powerful woman would want anything to do with sucking off a
little boy like him.

“So, Peeter,” she said, hefting his aching balls again and
stroking his cock so tenderly. “If you agree, then Ilove is going
to fuck you in the ass to seal the deal. If not…”

“I will!” Hairy blurted. He turned back to Ilove, working his
sphincter now and flexing his ass muscles. “Fuck me, Ilove. Fuck
me with that fat cock now.”

Hairy turned back to find McGulpitall smiling up at him almost
lovingly. She abruptly stood and backed away. “Alright Peeter. On
your hands and knees.” She backed up to a desk and inched her ass
onto it.

Hairy got down on his hands and knees and looked up to see the
professor rubbing her fingers in circles over the small patch of
satiny cloth that hid her pussy from view. She had her lithe legs
spread wide and was biting her lip with lust as Ilove bent to
kiss and lick all over Hairy’s pert butt cheeks.

“That’s it, Ilove!” she hissed. “Fuck his tight little ass and
show him who’s in charge!”

Hairy’s poor cock was aching and throbbing as it hung down below
him. But for now, all he could focus on was McGulpitall’s camel
toe and the feeling of Ilove tickling his anus with a warm,
talented tongue.

“Mmmmm! I’m going to enjoy this, Peeter!” Wood groaned. Then he
straightened up and moved forward until his big, fat cock was
nestled in Hairy’s butt crack.

“And I think he will too,” McGulpitall grinned. She pulled the
cloth aside and Hairy got his first look at her big, succulent
pussy lips, all covered with juices and dripping in loud splats
on the tiled floor. “I love watching a pretty young boy like you
get his ass reamed, Peeter. It makes my pussy so wet! Would you
like a taste, Hairy?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Hairy panted, getting very worked up at the fat
penis that was now sliding up and down his butt crack and
tantalizing his aching shit hole.

Hairy panted harder as Wood pressed his fat, leaking head against
Hairy’s hairless hole and pushed past his rubbery sphincter
muscles. McGulpitall slid off the desk and approached Hairy with
her legs splayed. She gently grabbed his bangs and lifted his
face up. “Here you go, Peeter. Kiss my wet pussy if you like.”

And Hairy did. Her juices tasted amazing and Hairy earnestly
kissed and supped at her huge cunt lips. She kept her legs bowed
and lowered her pussy until it was pressed to his face. “This is
quite an honor, Peeter. I normally don’t let students anywhere
near my pussy. So you just make sure I don’t regret this.”

Hairy tried to mumble a reply but he ended up speaking into her
creamy depths as she pulled his bangs and forced her big, rubbery
lips to splay apart and engulf his nose and mouth. He groaned
with pleasure and slurped hot pussy cream loudly. “That’s it,”
she sighed. “Stick your tongue deep inside me. That is uncharted
territory for most students. Lick up all that cream I made for
you. Mmmmmm! Your big fucking cock has me so horny. That and
watching Wood ream your tight little boy ass!”

Hairy was in momentary heaven. Not only was he going to get to
play Quimmitch, but he was also guaranteed access to Wood’s fat
cock. Hairy was already thinking of ways he could entice the
older boy to let him suck it and take it up his tight ass as
often as possible. And to top it all off, one of the scariest
teachers at Hogwarts was currently riding his face. And she had
called his cock ‘beautiful’. This set off all kinds of hope and
wishful thinking. Just imagine being able to fuck Professor
McGulpitall!

Hairy felt so right there on his knees with an older boy
violating his asshole. Wood’s cock was big and fat, stretching
him wide. It felt so good to have a stiff penis lunging into his
rectum. His huge cock was throbbing wildly as it swung back and
forth under the influence of the pounding Wood was subjecting him
to.

Hairy jerked the first time Wood smacked his baby soft cheeks.
This caused McGulpitall’s sopping pussy lips to slide up over his
nose and coat his eyes and forehead with warm creaminess. She
gripped his hair harder and moaned softly. “Yes! You like my
pussy juice all over your face don’t you?” Hairy nodded
truthfully and allowed his teacher to slide her floppy, sopping
lips all over his face. She smelled so delicious and her rubbery
lips felt so good sliding over his skin. “Lick my clit now, you
dirty little boy!” she growled. “Suck it and lick it and make me
cream your pretty face!”

Hairy obliged her, finding the little nubbin and kissing it
tenderly. He felt McGulpitall shudder with pleasure, gripping his
hair painfully as he tickled it with his tongue. She was riding
his face now, hissing and cooing, legs splayed and succulent
thighs quivering. “Smack his ass again, Wood!”

WHACK! Hairy grunted as fire blossomed on his right ass cheek.
Wood was getting more vigorous, holding Hairy’s narrow hips and
lunging into him harder and faster. Each time he plunged inside
Hairy’s depths, his hairy balls slapped into Hairy’s sending
additional chills through his body. Hairy wished he could touch
himself but it was all he could do to hold himself up on his
hands. His cock was aching with need and he could feel an
enormous orgasm boiling in his balls.

“Again!” McGulpitall moaned, swiveling her hips now as Hairy
continued to diddle her clitoris. She was about to cum and seeing
Hairy get his ass beat seemed to increase her arousal. So, Hairy
did not complain as Wood repeatedly smacked his ass and called
him things like ‘man-pussy’ and ‘little first-year whore’. All in
all, Hairy found he liked being lusted after by Wood and he very
much wanted to be responsible for making his severe, bitchy
teacher cum. He felt so wanted as Wood squeezed his ass, fucked
him with relish and abused him with harsh words. He felt so dirty
as McGulpitall rode his face and pulled his hair. He looked up
past her flopping titties and saw her mouth frozen in an ‘O’. Her
eyes were wide and shrill pants escaped her. He diddled her clit
faster and faster, yearning to taste her cum. Then she threw her
head back and moaned loudly, clenching her ass repeatedly and
swiveling her hips with each wave of ecstasy that washed over
her.

Hairy slid his tongue into her sopping cunt and let his nose
continue to rub her clit. Then a wave of steaming hot juices
coated his tongue and he moaned with pleasure. Her smell and the
delicious taste of her hot cream overwhelmed him and he almost
came without physical stimulation.

At the same time, Wood began to grunt and pant out expletives.
“Unh! Fuck yeah! Oh fuck, Peeter! Your tight little ass is going
to make me cum! Oh yeah! Fuck yes! Take it! Unh! Unh! Unh!” Hairy
felt Wood’s already-fat cock expand and his heart raced as he
realized his ass was about to make this older, more- experienced
boy cum. He did his best to work his sphincter and increase
Wood’s pleasure. Wood lunged into him with his whole body,
smacking Hairy’s cheeks and squeezing them over and over.
Finally, he gripped Hairy’s white butt and lunged in and out of
him faster and harder than ever.

Hairy slurped hot cream, relishing the taste and slimy feel of
McGulpitall’s fiery, musky cum. Wood exploded inside Hairy’s
rectum, splashing a huge load of thick jism inside his shit tube.
Hairy whimpered like a little girl as he felt the boy’s fat cock
jerk and throb inside him, spewing out his hot semen in gush
after gush.

When it was over, Wood petted Hairy’s reddened cheeks lovingly
and stroked his penis slowly in and out of Hairy’s gaping pink
asshole. McGulpitall backed away giving Hairy a wonderful view of
her splayed, pink lips which were literally dripping with juices.
He hung his head with exhaustion, neck aching. There below him
was his own aching cock, swinging around and pulsing with need.
Behind that, he could see huge dollops of thick, pearlescent ball
cream oozing from his ass, cascading down his huge balls and
splatting onto the tile floor loudly. He reached a trembling hand
back to catch some of it and then lifted it to his mouth.

“You dirty little fucker!” McGulpitall hissed, rubbing her big,
creamy lips and eyeing him intensely. She still stood before him
with her knees splayed. Hairy could see the curved flesh of her
ass cheeks  behind her cunt and found himself wishing she’d make
him eat her ass.

He eagerly slurped up Wood’s thick jizz from his palm and fingers
and smiled at McGulpitall. “You have no idea.” His cock was
throbbing rapidly as the delicious taste and smell of Wood’s
sperm filled his senses. Wood extracted his deflating penis and a
thick, wet fart exploded from Hairy’s ravaged ass. He reached
back to cup his hand and catch as much of the gooey avalanche as
he could. Wood rubbed his head all up and down Hairy’s crack as
his huge load continued to spill out of Hairy’s gaping rosette.
“You like eating my cream, Peeter?” he asked gruffly. “Well,
that’s a good thing because you’re sure going to be eating plenty
of it from now on.”

Wood wiped his slimy cock all over Hairy’s pristine, pale cheeks
then quickly tucked his cock away and left with nothing more than
a promise to make Hairy glad he’d decided to join the team.

“You’ve done well Mr. Peeter. So well, in fact, that I think
you’ve earned a little relief for that big, fat cock of yours.”
Hairy looked up at McGulpitall and swallowed the cum-flavored
spit that suddenly filled his mouth with anticipation. “Stand
up!” she barked and Hairy climbed to his shaky knees. Ilove had
really fucked him good. His asshole continued to spurt and
sputter thick boy sperm that splattered loudly on the tile floor.
He gave a push and one more plug of thick cream erupted in a
flatulent mess, echoing around the room.

McGulpitall rubbed her huge pussy lips furiously, eyeing his huge
cock with glittering eyes and smirking at what an unabashed
man-pussy slut Hairy was. He bowed his knees so she could watch
the last slimy splatterings drip from his balls and ass. “You are
such a dirty little slut!” she hissed, hooking two fingers and
ramming them into her pussy.

“Don’t go getting too excited,” she spat as Hairy eyed her
succulent pussy and stroked himself. “If you help the team win
this season, I might be persuaded to let you stick that monster
in my pussy. But THAT is a privilege you will have to work very
hard indeed to earn, young man. Come here!”

Hairy moved forward, somewhat disappointed. At least McGulpitall
was considering the idea, but he so wanted to slip his throbbing
prick into her inviting hole. Maybe she would give him a blowjob
instead. As Hairy stopped before her outstretched legs, his cock
pulsed with need and he licked his lips. Her pussy was making all
kinds of wet sounds and a yearning rose up inside him. Suddenly,
a riding crop appeared in her free hand and she smacked him
sharply on the thigh. “Silly boy! You think I’d let a snot-nosed
first-year like you put your big, juicy cock in me?”

Hairy rubbed his leg and grimaced. “Please? Ma’am?”

She laughed at him and lifted her legs high. Hairy’s pain was
forgotten and he stroked his huge cock with both hands now. She
used her free hand to pull her huge lips apart. Hairy’s heart
raced at the beautiful sight of her creamy, pink depths. “Get on
your knees, boy, and lick my pussy again. When you’ve pleasured
me sufficiently, I will allow you to jerk off on my pussy.”

Hairy’s intake of breath made her raise an eyebrow. “You will not
cum until I tell you, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, voice cracking.

He got on his knees and tried not to stroke his aching cock.
Meanwhile his face was once again enveloped by her sopping cunt.
She rode his face and instructed him, even ordering him to tongue
her dainty anus for a few minutes. Hairy was in heaven. The only
thing better would have been the honor of fucking her delicious
pussy and filling hr with his thick goo. She used the riding crop
to rub her clit as he buried his tongue in her and swirled it
around as instructed until his jaw was numb. Finally, her breaths
became short and shrill. He thrilled at the idea of making her
cum again.

“Stand up and cum on my pussy now!” she barked at him.

Hairy wasted no time. He quickly stood up and began to the milk
his long penis with both hands, hungry eyes riveted to her
succulent pussy. She rubbed her clit furiously with her
fingertips and jammed 5 inches of the riding crop into her cunt.
“Do it now!” she commanded. “I’m going to cum!”

Hairy moved forward and to the side so his huge, dripping head
was pointed at the top of her cunt but not in the way of the
riding crop she was viciously fucking herself with. In his
excitement, he accidentally slid the end of his cock across her
soft thigh and it pushed him over the edge.

“Yes!” she hissed as Hairy threw his head back and his cock began
to squirt thick torrents of sticky cum. “Squirt your dirty
boy-cum all over my pussy!”

She was cumming as well, swiveling her hips and moaning as long
ropes of steaming goo leapt out of Hairy’s cock and completely
plastered her pussy, the riding crop, both her hands, her
quivering thighs and her flat tummy.

“Oh yes!” she growled through gritted teeth, still ramming the
crop in and out of her pussy while a thick layer of Hairy’s ball
cream oozed over everything and fell to the floor in rivers. As
her climax subsided, she continued to stroke herself with the
crop but used her other hand to massage the thick plastering of
hot cum into her skin.

“Such a big load for such a little boy,” she mused, pulling the
crop out of her cunt and using her other hand to rub huge globs
of his cream into her succulent lips. She held the crop up in
front of his eyes and he watched cum run down its length and drip
off onto the floor. “You’ve made a mess of my toy. I suggest you
clean it up before I beat it clean on your pretty little butt
cheeks.”

She lifted it to his lips and Hairy hesitantly began to lick and
slurp his own cum from the leather-bound handle. Eating his own
cum was not near as exciting as eating that of another boy or
man, but he was surprised at how good it tasted. She twisted it
in his lips over and over until the sticky whiteness was
completely gone. All the while, he was stroking his aching cock
and milking out more drops of sperm onto the floor.

“Now get on your knees and clean me up,” she grinned devilishly.
Hairy considered the huge amount of sperm that was even now
running down into her ass crack and hesitated. She lifted the
crop to whack him again and he sank to his knees obediently.
“That’s a good little boy. Lick up every drop of your cum. That’s
it. Swallow it down. Get my pussy nice and clean. Don’t forget
what you got on my legs. That’s it. Slurp it all up you little
cum-slut. Here. You got it all over my belly too. Don’t forget my
ass crack. You’ve got your sticky cum all over my asshole. Lick
it out and make it nice and clean. That’a’boy. If you don’t do a
good job cleaning me up, I may have to piss down your throat to
punish you. Hahaha! That’s motived you hasn’t it?”

The humiliation she was piling on him gave him a sudden pang. He
missed his Aunt Peetuna. He felt his cock stirring again when he
remembered what it was like to fuck her. This humiliation paled
in comparison but it did give him a warm feeling inside. He
almost dawdled so he could experience the joys of choking on hot
piss again.

Turns out it didn’t matter. McGulpitall had planned to empty her
bladder in his mouth no matter what he did. Hairy sputtered and
blinked piss out of his eyes but managed to swallow most of her
acrid pee obediently. McGulpitall did not miss the fact that
kneeling before her and drinking her piss made him hard again.

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“You’re fucking joking.”

It was dinnertime. Hairy had just finished telling Rim what had
happened when he’d left the grounds with Professor McGulpitall.
Rim had a piece of steak and bull testical pie halfway to his
mouth, but he’d forgotten all about it.

“Squeaker?” he said. “But first years never — you must be the
youngest House player in about —”

“— a century,” said Hairy, shoveling pie into his mouth. He felt
particularly hungry after the exertions of the afternoon. “Wood
told me. Oh, and I get to be his sex slave too.”

Rim was so amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Hairy.
Hairy had an almost irresistible urge to stand up and ram his
cock down Rim’s throat.

“I start training next week but the butt sex and blowjobs start
immediately,” said Hairy. “Only don’t tell anyone, Wood wants to
keep it a secret.”

Frod and Gorge Wussley now came into the hall, spotted Hairy, and
hurried over.

“Well done,” said Gorge in a low voice. “Wood told us. We’re on
the team too — Beaters.” He reached into his robes and extracted
his floppy, red penis. He smacked Hairy playfully on the cheek
with it a few times. “And I’m planning on beating that sweet
little ass of yours plenty!”

“I tell you, we’re going to win that Quimmitch Cup for sure this
year,” said Frod. He knelt down next to Hairy, whipped his thong
aside and fondled his soft gentials. “We haven’t won since
Chortle left, but this year’s team is going to be brilliant. You
must be good, Hairy, Wood was almost skipping when he told us. He
was even more excited when he told us about fucking you in the
ass. Personally, I’m looking forward to giving this big boy a
good sucking. Mmmmmmm!”

Gorge leaned forward and smacked his cock all over his brother’s
face obnoxiously. “Anyway, we’ve got to go, Pee Jordan reckons
he’s found a new secret passageway to the teachers’ rest room.”

“Bet it’s that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that
we found in our first week.” He gently kissed the tip of Hairy’s
quickly lengthening cock and turned to leave. “See you soon,
sweet dick.”

Frod and Gorge had hardly disappeared when someone far less
welcome turned up: Milftoy, flanked by Crabs and Gayle.

“Having a last meal, Peeter? When are you getting the train back
to the Muffles?”

“You’re a lot braver now that you’re back on the ground and
you’ve got your little girlfriends with you,” said Hairy coolly.
There was of course nothing at all little about Crabs and Gayle.
They both suggestively grabbed their crotches and scowled.

“I’d take you on anytime on my own,” said Milftoy. “Tonight, if
you want. Jizzard’s duet. Motown hits only — no accompaniment.
What’s the matter? Never heard of a jizzard’s duet before, I
suppose?”

“Of course he has,” said Rim, wheeling around. He found himself
facing Crabs’ rather prodigious, scantily-clad package. “I’m his
second,” he gulped. “Who’s yours?”

Milftoy looked at Crabs and Gayle, sizing them up.

“Crabs,” he said. “Midnight all right? We’ll meet you in the
trophy room; that’s always unlocked.”

When Milftoy had gone, Rim and Hairy looked at each other.
Hairy’s cock was standing up in his lap at full attention. Ron
looked around and slid his hand over the squeeze and stroke his
best friend’s penis.

“What is a jizzard’s duet?” said Hairy. “And what do you mean,
you’re my second?” He spread his legs so Rim could access his
balls as well.

“Well, it’s when two wizards sing songs together in harmony. Each
time you forget a word or miss a note, your opponent gets to hit
you with an offensive spell. A second’s there to take over if you
die,” said Rim casually, getting started at last on his cold pie
after squeezing out some of Hairy’s pre-cum onto it. Catching the
look on Hairy’s face, he added quickly, “But people only die in
proper duets, you know, with real jizzards. The most you and
Milftoy’ll be able to do is make each other hoarse and zap each
other in the ass a couple of times. Neither of you knows enough
songs or spells to cause any real damage. I bet he expected you
to refuse, anyway.”

“And what if I wave my dildo and nothing happens?” Hairy asked,
reaching over the fish Rim’s cock out of his thong.

“Throw it away and kick him in the nuts,” Rim suggested, rolling
Hairy’s huge balls in his fingers.

“Excuse me.”

They both looked up. It was Hymenie Gangbanger.

“Can’t a person eat in peace in this place?” said Rim.

Hymenie ignored him and spoke to Hairy.

“I couldn’t help overhearing what you and Milftoy were saying —”
She paused momentarily when she saw both their cocks sticking up
out of their robes. Her cheeks flushed and she self-consciously
pulled her robes to cover her bare tummy and the enormous camel
toe her too-tight thong revealed.

“Bet you could,” Rim muttered.

“— and you mustn’t go dildoering around the school at night,
think of the points you’ll lose Gryffindong if you’re caught, and
you’re bound to be. It’s really very selfish of you.”

“And it’s really none of your goddamned fucking business,” said
Hairy, stroking his huge cock and jutting his tongue into his
cheek. Hymenie turned beet red at the suggestion that she suck
Hairy’s cock and hurried away.

It was not lost on either of the boys, what a cute, pert, tight
little ass she had. Perfectly shaped and smooth as white silk.

“Good-bye,” said Rim.

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All the same, it wasn’t what you’d call the perfect end to the
day, Hairy thought, as he lay awake jacking off much later,
listening to Dean and Semen falling asleep (Nubile wasn’t back
from the hospital wing). Rim had spent all evening giving him a
blowjob as well as some advice, such as “If he tries to curse
you, you’d better dodge it, because I can’t remember how to block
them.” There was a very good chance they were going to get caught
by Fist or Mrs. Morpiss, and Hairy felt he was pushing his luck,
breaking another school rule today. On the other hand, Milftoy’s
sneering face kept looming up out of the darkness — this was his
big chance to beat Milftoy face-to-face. He couldn’t miss it.

“Half-past eleven,” Rim muttered at last, letting Hairy’s spent
cock fall from his slurping lips. Hairy had discovered that he
was now exempt from the stricture on orgasms once bedtime rolled
around. He had round himself fantasizing about Hymenie’s tight
little ass as he fucked Rim and then exploded hot cum into his
best friend’s hungry mouth. “We’d better go.”

They pulled on their bathrobes, picked up their dildos, and crept
across the tower room, down the spiral staircase, and into the
Gryffindong common room. A few embers were still glowing in the
fireplace, turning all the armchairs into hunched black shadows.
They had almost reached the portrait hole when a voice spoke from
the chair nearest them, “I can’t believe you’re going to do this,
Hairy.”

A lamp flickered on. It was Hymenie Gangbanger, wearing a pink
bathrobe and a frown.

“You!” said Rim furiously. “Go back to bed and finger yourself or
something!”

“I almost told your brother,” Hymenie snapped, giving Rim a
withering look. “Pussy — he’s a prefuck, he’d put a stop to
this.”

Hairy couldn’t believe anyone could be so interfering.

“Fuck this little bitch. Come on,” he said to Rim. He pushed open
the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbed through the hole.

Hymenie wasn’t going to give up that easily. She followed Rim
through the portrait hole, hissing at them like an angry goose.
She looked ridiculous though, because her fluffy robe got hung up
and she had to shed it to keep up with them. She was left wearing
only her thong and the tiny bikini top that covered her
non-existent tits.

“Don’t you care about Gryffindong? Do you only care about
yourselves? I don’t want Slithering to win the House Cup, and
you’ll lose all the points I got from Professor McGulpitall for
knowing about Gender- Switching Spells.”

“Go away,” Hairy gruffed, but her sexy little body was making his
spent cock stir.

“All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when
you’re on the train home tomorrow, you’re so —”

But what they were, they didn’t find out. Hymenie had turned to
the portrait of the Fat Lady to get back inside and found herself
facing a painting of a huge asshole. The Fat Lady had gone on a
nighttime visit and Hymenie was locked out of Gryffindong Tower.

“Now what am I going to do?” she asked shrilly, rubbing the chill
out of her bare arms and jiggling thighs.

“That’s your problem,” said Rim. “We’ve got to go, we’re going to
be late.”

They hadn’t even reached the end of the corridor when Hymenie
caught up with them.

“I’m coming with you,” she said. “Now give me your robe.”

“You are not.” Rim looked her mostly naked form up and down and
added, “And fuck no…”

“D’you think I’m going to stand out here practically naked and
wait for Fist to catch me? If he finds all three of us I’ll tell
him the truth, that I was trying to stop you, and you can back me
up.”

“You’ve got some nerve —” said Rim loudly, as Hymenie tried to
tug his robe off his shoulders.

“Shut up, both of you!” said Hairy sharply. “I heard something.”
He quickly doffed his robe and draped it over Hymenie’s delicate
shoulders. She grinned with appreciation, then got a look at his
mostly-naked form and the huge package in his thong, and
reddened.

It was a sort of moaning.

“Mrs. Morpiss?” breathed Rim, squinting through the dark.

It wasn’t Mrs. Morpiss. It was Nubile. He was curled up on the
floor, fast asleep with his hand shoved into his thong. He jerked
suddenly awake as they crept nearer.

“Thank goodness you found me! I’ve been out here for hours, I
couldn’t remember the new password to get in to bed.” He quickly
tucked his short but fat cock away when he saw Hymenie.

“Keep your voice down, Nubile. The password’s ‘Pig slut’ but it
won’t help you now, the Fat Lady’s gone off to get some.”

“How’s your cock?” said Hairy.

“Fine,” said Nubile, showing them the hard-on he’d been
servicing. “Madam Palmfury mended it in about a minute,” he
smiled with a dreamy look on his face. Then he realized Hymenie
was still standing there with a disapproving expression and
quickly tucked it away.

“Good — well, look, Nubile, we’ve got to be somewhere, we’ll see
you later —”

“Don’t leave me!” said Nubile, scrambling to his feet, “I don’t
want to stay here alone, the Bloody Baron’s been past twice
already.”

Rim looked at his watch and then glared furiously at Hymenie and
Nubile.

“If either of you get us caught, I’ll never rest until I’ve
learned that Curse of the Boogers Squirrell told us about, and
used it on you.”

Hymenie opened her mouth, perhaps to tell Rim exactly how to use
the Curse of the Bogies, but Hairy hissed at her to be quiet and
beckoned them all forward.

They flitted along corridors striped with bars of moonlight from
the high windows. At every turn Hairy expected to run into Fist
or Mrs. Morpiss, but they were lucky. Especially lucky since
Hairy couldn’t keep his eyes off the glimpses of Hymenie’s skin
beneath his robe. They sped up a staircase to the third floor and
tiptoed toward the trophy room.

Milftoy and Crabs weren’t there yet. The crystal trophy cases
glimmered where the moonlight caught them. Cups, shields, plates,
and pornographic statues winked silver and gold in the darkness.
They edged along the walls, keeping their eyes on the doors at
either end of the room. Hairy took out his dildo in case Milftoy
leapt in and started at once. The minutes crept by.

“He’s late, maybe he’s chickened out,” Rim whispered.

Then a noise in the next room made them jump. Hairy had only just
raised his dildo when they heard someone speak — and it wasn’t
Milftoy.

“Sniff around, my sweet pussy, they might be lurking in a
corner.”

It was Fist speaking to Mrs. Morpiss. Horror-struck, Hairy waved
madly at the other three to follow him as quickly as possible;
they scurried silently toward the door, away from Fist’s voice.
Nubile’s robes had barely whipped round the corner when they
heard Fist enter the trophy room.

“They’re in here somewhere,” they heard him mutter, “probably
hiding so’s I don’t catch them buggering each other.”

“This way!” Hairy mouthed to the others and, petrified, they
began to creep down a long gallery full of suits of armor. They
could hear Fist getting nearer. Nubile suddenly let out a
frightened squeak and broke into a run — he tripped, grabbed Rim
around the waist, ended up with his face planted between Rim’s
cheeks, and the pair of them toppled right into a suit of armor.

The clanging and crashing were enough to wake the whole castle.

“RUN!” Hairy yelled, and the four of them sprinted down the
gallery, not looking back to see whether Fist was following —
they swung around the doorpost and galloped down one corridor
then another, Hairy in the lead, without any idea where they were
or where they were going — they ripped through a tapestry and
found themselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled along it and
came out near their Charms classroom, which they knew was miles
from the trophy room.

“I think we’ve lost him,” Hairy panted, leaning against the cold
wall and wiping his forehead. Nubile was bent double, wheezing
and spluttering.

“I — told — you,” Hymenie gasped, clutching at the stitch in her
chest, which allowed Hairy’s robe to fall aside and reveal her
soft thighs and the lovely charms nestled between them. “I — told
— you.”

“We’ve got to get back to Gryffindong Tower,” said Rim, “quickly
as possible.”

“Milftoy tricked you,” Hymenie said to Hairy. “You realize that,
don’t you? He was never going to meet you — Fist knew someone was
going to be in the trophy room, Milftoy must have tipped him
off.”

Hairy thought she was probably right, but he wasn’t going to tell
her that. He was still fighting the urge to shove his cock in her
mouth to shut her up. Just the idea kept threatening to give him
a raging hard- on.

“Let’s go.”

It wasn’t going to be that simple. They hadn’t gone more than a
dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting
out of a classroom in front of them.

It was Pees. He caught sight of them and gave a squeal of
delight.

“Shut up, Pees — please — you’ll get us thrown out.”

Pees cackled.

“Skulking around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Triple penetration
with the little girlie? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you’ll
get caughty.”

“Not if you don’t give us away, Pees, please.”

“Should tell Fist, I should,” said Pees in a saintly voice, but
his eyes glittered wickedly. “It’s for your own good, you know.”

“Get out of the way,” snapped Rim, taking a swipe at Pees — this
was a big mistake.

“STUDENTS OUT OF BED!” Pees bellowed, “STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN
THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!”

Ducking under Pees, they ran for their lives, right to the end of
the corridor where they slammed into a door — and it was locked.

“This is it!” Rim moaned, as they pushed helplessly at the door,
“We’re done for! This is the end!”

They could hear footsteps, Fist running as fast as he could
toward Pees’s shouts.

“Oh, move over,” Hymenie snarled. She grabbed Hairy’s dildo,
tapped the lock, and whispered, “Aloha- moha!”

The lock clicked and the door swung open — they piled through it,
shut it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening.

“Which way did they go, Pees?” Fist was saying. “Quick, tell me.”

“Say ‘please.’ ”

“Don’t mess with me, Pees, now where did they go?”

“Shan’t say nothing if you don’t say please,” said Pees in his
annoying singsong voice.

“All right — please.”

“NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn’t say nothing if you didn’t
say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!” And they heard the sound of Pees
whooshing away and Fist cursing in rage.

“He thinks this door is locked,” Hairy whispered. “I think we’ll
be okay — get off, Nubile!” For Nubile had fallen to his knees
and was tugging on the thin fabric of Hairy’s thong for the last
minute. “What?”

Hairy turned around — and saw, quite clearly, what. For a moment,
he was sure he’d walked into a nightmare — this was too much, on
top of everything that had happened so far.

They weren’t in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a
corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they
knew why it was forbidden.

They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a
dog that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had
three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses,
twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling
mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs;
and three enormous, pulsing, dripping crimson cocks above three
giants sets of testicals.

It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and
Hairy knew that the only reason they weren’t already dead was
that their sudden appearance had taken it by surprise, but it was
quickly getting over that, there was no mistaking what those
thunderous growls meant.

Hairy groped for the doorknob — between Fist and death, he’d take
Fist.

They fell backward — Hairy slammed the door shut, and they ran,
they almost flew, back down the corridor. Fist must have hurried
off to look for them somewhere else, because they didn’t see him
anywhere, but they hardly cared — all they wanted to do was put
as much space as possible between them and that monster. They
didn’t stop running until they reached the portrait of the Fat
Lady on the seventh floor.

“Where on earth have you all been?” she asked, looking at their
bathrobes hanging off their shoulders and their flushed, sweaty
faces. She was naked munching a candy bar, but they hardly
noticed.

“Never mind that — pig snout, pig snout,” panted Hairy, and the
portrait swung forward. They scrambled into the common room and
collapsed, trembling, into armchairs.

It was a while before any of them said anything. Nubile, indeed,
looked as if he’d never speak again.

“What do they think they’re doing, keeping a thing like that
locked up in a school?” said Rim finally. “If any dog needs
exercise, that one does.”

Hymenie had got both her breath and her bad temper back again.

“You don’t use your eyes, any of you, do you?” she snapped.
“Didn’t you see what it was standing on?” She was so angry, she
ripped Hairy’s robe off and threw it at him, no longer concerned
about her near- nakedness.

“The floor?” Hairy suggested. “I wasn’t looking at its feet, I
was too busy with its heads. All six of them. I can’t tell you if
I was more afraid of being eaten or buggered!”

“No, not the floor you dolt. It was standing on a trapdoor. It’s
obviously guarding something.”

She stood up, glaring at them. Hairy couldn’t take it anymore.
Her sexy little-girl body and need for a cock in the mouth was
finally too much. He pulled his thong patch aside and let his
enormous cock stand up straight in his lap.

“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been
killed — or worse, expelled. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to
bed.”

As her pert little ass wiggled up the stairs, Rim stared after
her, his mouth open.

“No, we don’t mind,” he said. “You’d think we dragged her along,
wouldn’t you?”

But Hymenie had given Hairy something else to think about as he
climbed back into bed. The dog was guarding something. … What had
Hogrod said? Groinglutts was the safest place in the world for
something you wanted to hide — except perhaps Hogfarts.

It looked as though Hairy had found out where the grubby little
package from vault seven hundred and thirteen was.

She had also inadvertently provided him with an abundance of
visual images to jerk off to tonight. Especially that bitchy
little mouth and those shapely ass cheeks….