But some people were weird that way.
Courtney tapped her foot on the ground several times as she mulled over the proposition. This foot tapping caused her mounds to jiggle a touch to Harry's fascination. Finally, she agreed. "All right, but you have to hook me up with someone else if it doesn't work out. He has to be cute. But it's okay that' he's ugly if he's hung. Or rich."
"Deal," Harry said. He paused as a glimmer of light drew his attention back to Courtney's breasts. "What's that on your nipple?"
The wizard had been so transfixed by her breasts - - as any man would tell you, breasts are the most captivating object in the entire universe; the beauty of a picture perfect sunrise cannot hold a candle to a good boob - - that he had not noticed the silver ring dangling from her pink nub.
"Oh, it's a nipple-ring," she replied and threw her chest out so Harry could get a better look at the dangling piece of jewelry. "Do you like it?"
"No. A tit isn't a Christmas tree; you don't need to decorate it," Harry said while still transfixed.
"They're hot and fun," Courtney argued. "Go on, give it a tug."
"What?" Harry asked, taken back by the request.
"Tug on it," she repeated. "It feels great."
"Um, I have a girlfriend," Harry said and pointed to his bound and gagged witch a few feet away. He was trying to use the age-old "My girlfriend will kill me if I do anything remotely like that" defense.
"She can give it apull after you," Courtney said and then turned to Hermione. "You don't mind, do you?"
Surprisingly, Hermione shrugged her shoulders in acceptance and muttered through the gag"mf-kay."
Courtney spun back to face Harry and threw back her shoulders in order to present her sizable mounds to him. "All right now give it a tug."
Hesitantly, Harry raised his hand and moved it slowly to Courtney's offered tit. With a tremble in his hand, he took hold of the ring between the tips of his thumb and forefinger. Gently, he pulled the ring up and let it fall back down.
"What the hell was that?" demanded Courtney.
"I don't want to hurt you," protested Harry.
"I told you to tug on it," the Auror said. "It's not like I asked you to rip it off. But you didn't even properly tug on it. You barely even touched it."
Courtney rolled her eyes and flicked her wand at Hermione. The ropes and gag vanished with a soft pop. "Oi, Hermione, you're a kinky girl. Come over here and show your boyfriend how to tug on my nipple ring the right way."
A sweet smile graced Hermione's lips as she stood. She carefully smoothed out the pleats of her skirt before walking up to the Auror.
Harry Potter had prevailed over numerous attempts on his life. He was the only known survivor of the dreaded Killing Curse. He survived wresting with a troll when he was eleven. When he was only twelve years old, he defeated a Basilisk. The young wizard vanquished hordes of Dementors when he was just thirteen. Survived a dragon and dueled the most fear dark wizard to a standstill when he was fourteen. And he fought off a dozen fully trained Death Eaters when he was fifteen until help arrived. But what Hermione did nearly ended Harry's life.
The brunette witch politely folded her hands behind her back, bent over slightly at her hips so that her face was level with Courtney's breasts, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Harry watched as his girlfriend's tongue wriggled a bit before hooking the nipple ring. Deftly, Hermione's talented tongue pulled the ring into her mouth before closing her teeth on the piece of jewelry. With a growl, Hermione pulled at the ring like a dog pulling on a toy. Courtney moaned softly as her sensitive flesh was stretched.
Simply put; it was a miracle that Harry didn't drop dead right there.
"Cor, that was a good one," cheered Courtney. The Auror looked at Harry and commented, "I think you broke him."
"No, he's fine,"Hermione said as she stood. "He just has a raging hard-on right now. Come on, baby, let's go take care of that."
"I don't think I can move," Harry said in a small voice as he felt his heart start to beat once more.
"We're not going far. We're just going over to the table over there so Courtney can watch again."
"Okay," Harry said and staggered to the teacher's table.
"Although I should go fetch Luna," Hermione said absentmindedly. "We did promise her that she could watch the next time we had a show."
"It's about time,"Luna's disembodied voice sounded. The blonde witch slowly pulled off an invisibility cloak, announcing, "I've been following you two around for ages waiting for you to say that."
"Where did you get that cloak?" asked Hermione.
"It's Harry's,"she replied, and carefully folded the magical cloak up. "I borrowed it so that I could follow you two."
"Don't you want to invite Ron to watch, too?" asked Hermione, clearly not bothered that their audience was growing.
"No, Ronald, the dear man, is quite boisterous when he masturbates. I'm afraid he'd distract from the show. I mean, I'll cheer and give encouragement. But Ronald makes loud, nearly screaming, grunting sounds when he pleasures himself." Luna took a seat and commanded, "Well, get on with the show."
"You've been following us?" Harry asked. "But that means you watched as Draco tied Hermione up and threatened to molest me."
"True," Luna said casually.
"And you didn't do anything to stop Malfoy?" the brunette witch asked.
"I told you that I wanted to see a sex show. Even though I had hoped that it would be you and Harry, at that point I would've settled for Harry and Draco. I was growing rather desperate."
"Enough babbling, get on with the show," Courtney ordered as she took a seat next to Luna.
As Hermione stripped Harry - - who still hadn't fully recovered from Hermione tugging on Courtney's tits with her teeth enough to use his hands properly - - Luna asked"Do they take requests?"
"Oh, yes,"Courtney answered. "What would you like to see?"
"Well, I think he should whack his penis against her face," offered Luna in a sing-song tone.
As Hermione opened Harry's trousers, she whispered in his ear; "That does sound exciting doesn't it?"
That was when the shock of seeing his girlfriend playing with another witch's tit went away. Encouraged by his kinky lover, Harry pulled /'Harry, Jr.' /out of his pants.
"Yeah, penis!"cheered Luna.
Smiling, Hermione knelt down, closed her eyes, and waited for the playful blow. Now, since Harry wasn't large, the/ "slap" was more like a "brush." /But nonetheless, both Courtney and Luna cheered loudly and clapped when the action was played out.
After the unimpressive but still appreciated/ "cock slap,"/ Harry and Hermione proceeded to give the two witches one hell of a show. There was oral sex, nipple tweaking, sensual massages, and hair tugging. But Luna and Courtney gave the lovers a standing ovation when Harry pushed his fore and middle fingers up Hermione's bottom. Each time Hermione announced an orgasm - - which she did loudly - - the two witches clapped and whistled. And the audience of two began chanting "Swallow, swallow" when it was apparent that Harry was nearing the end.
When the show ended and as the two lovers got dressed, Courtney stood and said; "This is always fun. Next time, tell me in advance of a show and I'll bring refreshments."
"See you next time," Harry bid the Auror farewell as she walked out of the classroom. "I can't believe I just said that there'll be a/ 'next time.' / God, I've gone kinky."
"That was brilliant," Luna said happily. "I'll have to make a Pensieve, so that Ronald and I can revisit this for our own pleasure."
"Oh, Luna, I have a question," Hermione began. "Can your father's printing press make books as well as newspapers?"
"Yes, certainly,"Luna answered. "What are you planning?"
"We're going to make an updated version of The Magic of Making Love," the brunette replied. "Harry and I have come to the conclusion that it would be very beneficial to release it now during this troubling time."
"Understandable. And you would get off on the idea of hundreds of people looking at dirty pictures of you two," Luna added. "Oh, please tell me there'll be photos, because I'd gladly be one of those hundreds looking at them."
"I reckon there would have to be," Harry said. "You know, to show the reader the proper poses and whatnot."
"Then I'll be the one taking the photos!" Luna gushed. "I can't believe I'll be helping Harry Potter and Hermione Granger make a book!"
"We'll be using noms de plume, actually," informed Hermione. "Yes, we can admit that we're kinky and have grown to like having people watch, but we'd still like some privacy."
"Well, you'll have to alter your features as well then," Luna stated. "Harry is so recognizable that he'd be spotted straight away."
"Good point," the brunette agreed. "I'll work on some glamour charms, and we'll start taking photos this weekend"
"Hey Luna, how about you and Ron participate? You know, you two can act as models as well. That way, the reader will have two couples to look at," offered Harry.
Luna's response was not given in words as much as it was given in kisses. And it wasn't just chaste innocent kisses, but the type of kiss where a bystander might get the impression that one of the parties was trying their best to suffocate the other with their tongue.
Harry, who had his hands up in surprise, could do nothing but stand there as the blonde witch dangled from his neck as she assaulted him with her tongue. He looked over at Hermione and was surprised to see that she was smiling as if she found this amusing.
"Um, Luna, that's my boyfriend," Hermione stated nonchalantly as the blonde continued to snog Harry.
After a good long time, Luna removed herself from Harry. She hopped in place with a bright smile as she said "Oh, thank you Harry! That would be brilliant!"
Harry wasn't even given a blink of an eye to recover from Luna's kiss before the blonde pounced on Hermione. Just as she had with Harry, Luna rammed her tongue deep into Hermione's mouth. The only difference between the two kisses was that after a few seconds, Hermione returned the kiss with an equal amount of energy. Apparently she had quickly become accustomed to Luna's kiss and had decided to reciprocate it.
The wizard watched in awe as his girlfriend swapped spit with his best mate's wife. He saw their tongues dance and fight with one another, teeth scraping against the other witch's teeth, and their lips pushing each other.
Now, it was perfectly normal that this view caused 'Harry, Jr.' to suddenly wake up again. And it was also perfectly normal for a majority of the blood that filled Harry's brain to be rapidly redirected so that the body could reinforce this spontaneous erection. This caused our hero to become light headed and swayed a touch.
Luna finally pulled away from Hermione's lips. A thin string of spit still connected the two witches' mouths.
"You are energetic, aren't you?" Hermione asked the blonde rhetorically.
The blonde licked her lips and happily commented, "So that's what Harry tastes like." She licked her lips once again and added; "I see now why you like to swallow. He's very yummy."
"It's the diet I put him on," Hermione replied. "I cannot recommend it enough."
Fighting the hemorrhage that was threatening to end his existence, Harry tugged down his trousers, freeing /'Harry, Jr.'/. And after grabbing Hermione about the shoulders, and while he was dragging Hermione back to the table, he asked Luna"You care to stick around for another show?"
"Can I help?" the blonde asked. She was so excited that she looked to be on the verge of hyperventilating.
"How do you mean?"asked Hermione slightly distracted, as Harry forcibly tore her blouse open.
"Well, for starters, I was hoping to hold Harry's organ and guide him into your quivering cunny," she answered.
"Luna! How could you ask such a thing?" asked Hermione, a touch scandalized.
"Because it would be fun!" she replied. The blonde's enthusiasm was not dampened in the slightest by Hermione's disapproving tone.
"What would Ron think?" asked Harry. "Wouldn't he'd be upset if you participated?"
"No, Ronald and I discussed this very scenario before I transfigured him into a mouse," Luna answered with her eyes still sparkling wildly.
"Why'd you turn Ron into a mouse?" asked Harry.
"Isn't it obvious? So he could tag along," Luna said, digging her hand into the pocket of her robe. After a moment, she pulled out her hand and presented a small mouse with flaming red fur sitting in her palm.
"I thought he didn't want to watch?" Hermione asked.
"Well, he changed his mind," the blonde stated. "He was still too embarrassed by his loud masturbation, so I figured it would be better if he was a mouse. Since his loud grunts would be just tiny mouse squeaks, he could wank himself to his heart's content."
"Oh," Harry said, trying not to attempt to decipher Luna's impossible logic.
"And I didn't tell you about Ronald when Courtney was here because I felt it would've been inappropriate to tell her that I had a masturbating mouse in my pocket," added Luna.
"Of course,"Hermione said as she too tried not to comprehend the blonde witch's thoughts.
Luna held the mouse (who was her husband) up to her lips and asked, "Ronald; isn't it all right if I help Harry and Hermione make love?"
Surprisingly, the mouse nodded its head emphatically.
"See, Ronald says yes," Luna said, and beamed a bright smile at Harry and Hermione.
Harry and Hermione shared a look. The brunette shrugged her shoulders, clearly giving Harry permission to say yes.
"Sure thing," said Harry.
Squealing like a little girl who found out she had gotten a real live pony on Christmas morning, Luna ran up to the table, placing Ron on it. Both the blonde witch and the mouse watched intently as Harry and Hermione continued to strip naked.
Hermione laid on her back, and as Harry crawled up on top of her, he asked Luna "You ready?" He was expecting to have her take hold of his manhood like she had asked.
"What, no foreplay?" the blonde asked. Before either of the naked lovers could answer Luna's question, she squealed once again. "Oh, I see, you've given me permission to help even more than just guiding. How wonderful!"
Luna bent over so rapidly, that Harry's initial thought was that someone had punched her in the gut, causing her to collapse in agony. But obviously, Luna was not in pain. She was just very eager to put/ 'Harry, Jr.' /in her mouth.
Harry gasped in surprise when a set of lips and tongue belonging to someone other than his girlfriend enveloped his penis. He was in too much shock to try and recoil away.
"LUNA!" screeched Hermione as Luna bobbed twice on Harry's bits.
"Oh, I'm sorry,"Luna apologized, wiping the spit from her mouth with the back of her hand. "Where are my manners; it should always be ladies first."
The blonde took hold of Hermione's legs behind the knees and rolled them up so that the brunette's bum was in the air. Before Hermione could fight back, Luna dove straight into her exposed shorn muff.
As the blonde worked her tongue and lips on Hermione's sensitive bits, the brunette moaned. "/O-o-oh- oh/ -she's rather -/GOOD /-good at this!"
Luna paused and commented, "Well, I did learn a good deal from that Pensieve you made for us." And with that, the blonde went back to stimulating Hermione.
Harry watched in utter fascination as his lover was eaten out by another witch. When Hermione came, Harry dared to make a suggestion. "It would be rude if Luna didn't get eaten out. You know, tit for tat, and all that."
Hermione cocked an eyebrow at him before replying, "Why not?"
"Yippee," Luna cheered and began to rapidly strip. Once she was naked, she hopped on the table. The two witches repositioned themselves, allowing Hermione better access to Luna's blonde muff.
The moment Hermione's lips touched Luna's flower, Harry almost came. He groaned as he held back his ecstasy.
Ron on the other hand had not faired as well. The red mouse had promptly fainted.
"Poor guy, he's going to miss one awesome show," Harry said as his attention returned to the two vigorous witches.
After a moment, Hermione pulled away and said, "You should really experience Harry's parsletongue magic. It'll blow your mind.
"Are you offering?" Luna asked hopefully.
"Well, why don't you spread your legs even wider so that Harry and I can both go down on you at the same time," Hermione ordered.
Luna did as was requested, and Harry joined his girlfriend. Their cheeks were pressed against each other as their tongues probed and licked Luna's flower. Thanks to two tongues -and Harry's wonderful magic -Luna came in no time.
"That was like I was run over by a rampaging curved backed bi-horned plaque eater!" the blonde cheered between pants. "Do it again!"
When all was said and done, Harry was one tired man. Not only had Luna commanded that he continue to use his magical tongue on her for twenty minutes, but when after making love to Hermione, he came in his lover's mouth once again. And as before, the brunette gladly shared a messy and sticky kiss with Luna. Watching the two witches play with his mess caused Harry to rapidly get another erection. This erection led to another show, one where Luna once again participated. And in a replay of the earlier activities, she and Hermione shared Harry's discharge. Obviously, this repeated action caused yet another erection.
After it was all done, 'Harry, Jr.' was a very, very happy and satisfied organ. Of course it had fallen into a coma, but it was a happy and satisfied coma.
SoG
Early on Saturday morning, Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Ron walked through the secret underground corridor and into the Shrieking Shack.
"Oh, wow," Ron said in amazement as he looked up at the now opulent interior of the Shack. The alterations that Harry had accidentally made when he and Hermione had made love for the first time were still in place.
"Okay, you two, you go into one of the bedrooms and change, using that glamour charm I taught you. Harry and I will do the same in another room," Hermione told the other couple.
"Sure thing," Ron said while eyeing the impressive staircase.
Harry and Hermione made their way to the luxurious master suite. Once there, they parted and entered the separate bathrooms, in order to surprise their partner with their"new" look.
The wizard waved his wand over his face and cast one of the many glamour charms that Hermione had told him about. He eyed himself in the mirror and nodded his head in approval.
"Are you ready?"he called out to the other bathroom, as he entered the bedroom.
"Not just yet,"Hermione answered through the door. "Have you thought of a nom de plume yet?"
"Yeah, I'll be'Tim Hunter,'" announced Harry. He felt that it was dashing and suited him to a Tee.
"Tim Hunter, I like that," Hermione said.
"What's your name going to be?" he asked.
"Mona Puckle" she replied.
"That's neat,"Harry said.
As Hermione continued to change her appearance, Hedwig swooped in through one of the master suite's picturesque windows. The owl landed on the wizard's outstretched arm and presented a letter. Harry note the letter and thanked his familiar. Hedwig hooted happily and flew out the window.
Harry opened the post and read a note from Alicia.
"Thanks for the information, Harry. After your endorsement, I finally worked up the courage and gave the beads a try. That's why I haven't responded to your post until now. My boyfriend was more than excited to tug those little bad boys out of my bum. We've been playing with it for days on end. Hell, I went to work with them wedged up there - -bending over to pick up packages proved to be a surprising experiment. It was interesting to say the least.
If you have any other toys that you'd like to recommend, please don't hesitate to let me know.
Love,
Alicia"
While Harry read the note, Hedwig flew in and out of the room twice. Apparently the owl was dumbfounded that the interior of the Shack was so much larger than the exterior, and she was trying to figure out how this could be possible.
"Say hello to 'Mona Puckle'," announced Hermione, as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her now strawberry blonde hair was straight and cut short. Her nose was slightly longer with her cheekbones a touch more predominate on her face. A cute little dimple graced her chin.
"Wow, you look smashing," stated Harry, as Hedwig flew out of the room once more.
Hermione eyed her boyfriend disapprovingly. "For Heaven's sake, Harry; all you did was change your hair from dark black to dark brown."
"No, I covered up my scar, too," Harry protested. As he pointed to his forehead to show off his smooth brow, Hedwig swooped into the room once more, and landed on his arm this time.
"You still have your glasses on. And Hedwig's perched on your arm," scolded Hermione. "With just one look, anyone could tell that Harry Potter is Tim Hunter."
"I don't know what's wrong with her," he said while looking at his owl as the bird took flight once more. "She keeps yo-yoing in and out of the room."
"Come here,"Hermione said. She led Harry into the bathroom she had used and retrieved her wand. She waved it in a complex pattern in front of Harry's face for a full four minutes. When she was done, Harry had short and spiky, dirty blonde hair, a square jaw with a cleft chin, and strong cheekbones.
"See, now no one can compare the similarities between Harry Potter and Tim Hunter," Hermione said proudly.
The disguised couple left the bedroom and made their way to the game room. There they found Ron and Luna waiting for them in their disguises. Luna had changed the color of her eyes to violet, and now had inky black hair that was so long it hung nearly to her knees. Added to her changed appearance, the witch's cheeks were rounder, both sets of cheeks that is. Ron had lost his gangly appearance with the illusion of an extra fifteen pounds of muscle, and a hint of fat around his waist. His hair was dark black, just as Luna's, and was medium length with wispy curls. With Ron's slightly furrowed brow, deep eyes, and half smile he had magically changed his expression so that he looked cool and calm while in deep thought - - or at least Harry thought it was an illusion, because when Ron normally tried to look like he was in deep thought, he often gave the impression that he was confused and a bit frightened.
Luna held up four pairs of black silk eye masks, saying, "I think we should wear these. It will add a touch of sensuality and mystery to the photographs. Also, I believe it will help conceal our identities. If we wear these masks, most people will assume that they are our only means of concealing our identities and won't attempt to investigate further."
"That's brilliant, Luna," Hermione said, and took one of the offered masks. She tied it around her head and introduced her alter ego. "Hello, I'm Mona Puckle."
"Hi Mona, my name is Perky Weatherby," said Luna as she curtsied. The now black haired witch gestured to Ron, stating, "And this is my partner; Neil Gaiman."
"Hello Neil, I'm Tim Hunter," Harry greeted and shook Ron's hand.
"I get this strange impression that we've met somewhere before," Ron playfully returned.
"How peculiar, I get that impression, as well," Harry said with a laugh.
"Have you come up with a name for the book yet?" asked Luna.
"Not yet,"Hermione replied. "We'll think of something."
"I know, how about/'Books of Magic'/?" offered Harry.
"That's brilliant," cheered Ron. "'Books of Magic: the Teachings of Tim Hunter and Mona Puckle, as told to Neil Gaiman!"
"What about me?"Luna asked.
"Oh, yeah. '...as told to Neil Gaiman and Perky Weatherby," corrected Ron.
"If anything, it will have all four of our fake names as authors," Harry said. "Besides, now that I think about it, I believe 'Books of Magic' may already have been written. The last thing I need is to get sued for plagiarism."
"All right then, we'll come up with a title later. But for now; let's get started," announced Hermione. "I think we should begin by photographing some stretches and limbering exercises. That way the readers can hold some of the positions for the rituals. And we can loosen up for the rest of the necessary poses."
"Should we do it in the nude?" Luna asked.
"Why not," Harry answered.
The four friends quickly stripped; not embarrassed or concerned with their nudity in the slightest.
Hermione walked up to Luna and, while looking directly at her enormous boobs, said, "You know, Luna, I think you've turned me into a bit of a breast connoisseur." She reached forward and took hold of each large tit. Hermione squashed them. The milky white flesh of Luna's ample breasts was compressed between Hermione's fingers. Hermione admitted; "They're simply amazing."
While Hermione continued to fondle and jiggle Luna's epic titties, Luna decided to return the favor. She, too, reached out and began playing with Hermione smaller, yet still wonderful, breasts. Nipples were pinched, tits were jiggled, and boobs were squished together as the witches giggled and laughed lightheartedly.
After this mutual breast play, Luna looked over at the two practically comatose and openly drooling wizards, and echoed Courtney's earlier diagnosis: "I think we broke them."
To Be Continued
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