Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations
Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part 3
© Van T Z Boi 2018
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From Part Two
On the other side of the shower curtain the rest of Harry's fellow Gryffindor classmates continued with their customary morning ablutions, no one appeared to notice that two of them were sharing a cubicle. In the deserted dormitory there was no one to notice the faint glow that flickered momentarily underneath Harry's pillow, the pin glow brightened to a flaring red for just a brief minute second; if he had been there Harry might have noticed that the surge happened at the precise moment that Ron's lips kissed his cock.
In the shower Harry sighed softly, the usual sounds from those in the bathroom covering his murmuring voice. Ron's lips kissed and then slowly sucked Harry's cock inside his mouth, the lips pressing to ease back his foreskin so that the moist heat excited the sensitive nerve endings on Harry's glans. Harry his mind still full of what he and Percy did felt his cock expand and his balls twitch, the softer touch of Ron's tongue lapping at his cockslit sent a further chill thrill through his spine. Harry reached down to stroke Ron's damp ginger spiky hair. `Here we go again,' he smiled to himself as the tingling itching sensation inside his cock travelled upwards and outwards, warming him in the new found heat of hormonal teenage desire. Ron nibbled at the hard ridge of Harry's bellend, his tongue snaking across the bulbous edge and a searing jolt of desire blossomed inside Harry's body.
Part Three
Harry sighed as the searing flame sparked and flamed inside him, the memories and extraordinary delights from the previous night resurfaced and bled along his veins, his nerves twitching as the lusting plasma beat a racing pace throughout his body. Ron totally absorbed in his task suckled Harry's growing rod as though he were a baby at the teat. His face held the same expression, the total absorption and complete satisfaction as he nursed the plump mushroom shape, swallowing the heady nectar of Harry's precum. Harry stroked Ron's head, the damp red curls hung limp and he absently minded spiked the ginger hairs into a prickly looking array as the need and lust coursed heavily through his body. Ron lost in his satisfying task sucked and sucked, gratifying the sweet cockhead his only reason for existing.
As they stood in the cubicle, the sounds from outside their enclosure faded, the pitter patter of falling droplets slowed and dissipated, the misty steamy clouds of vapour surrounded them and they disappeared inside the wreaths of misted foggy haze. Under Harry's pillow, the strange book glowed, a blue luminescence sparked between the book's cover, sparkling cobalt spikes flared unseen in the empty dormitory. Harry enjoying the wave of sexy tingling that ran along his cock where Ron's crimson red lips sucked and kissed saw the words of the spell he had used glow in a blue radiance cloud before his eyes. "Cupidius Erectus," he said slowly as the words and letters blurred and distorted within the violet misting radiance, he struggled to distinguish the final letters and then the blue glow brightened momentarily and he said, "Dectus."
As he spoke he sensed the familiar tingling of the night before added to the warm moist wetness. As he leaned back against the tiles of the cubicle he felt the delight inside him grow and grow and then a gurgling yelping sound broke across his reverie. Blinking open his eyes he saw the humungous, gargantuan shape of the fleshy tube that now protruded from his groin, his eyes boggled at the hugeness of the veiny stretched pink plunger that sprung from his curly nest of dark hairs, a gigantic balloon of teencock whose tip was hidden inside Ron's bulging mouth. He stared horrified at his mate. Ron knelt there, a desperate look of panic in his eyes as his mouth was stretched beyond comprehension. Ron gurgled unable to form words as his tongue was trapped beneath the monster that impaled his mouth. He gestured wildly and his eyes blazed the choking message.
Harry tried to move backwards but it appeared that Ron's mouth was now stuck, the huge cock had stretched his mouth and he was unable to release it. Harry desperately twitched and jerked his body to no avail, if anything his titanic dick seemed to slide even further inside Ron's gob, the sensation of which sent a wave of lusting desire rise within Harry.
"What do I do?" he cried out, forgetting the closeness of the others in the bathroom. To his consternation no sound could be heard and no one appeared to pull back the shower curtain. Harry sank back against the cooling tiles and summoned his energy to attempt to calm down. As his eyes closed in concentration he once more saw the blue cloud form across the lids of his closed eyes. Breathing deeply he watched and waited, the clouds of blue luminescence misted and flowed and then a different phrase appeared, `Sawllowus, dectus gigantus,' he read and then hurriedly spoke the words aloud.
Opening his eyes he looked quickly at Ron, Ron who was knelt before him once more kissing and sucking the huge prong only this time he showed no reaction to the size of the enormous cock. Harry shivered, terrified and yet fascinatedly intrigued as he noticed Ron's tongue extend and slide around his cock, the red pink tongue rasped delightfully against his shaft and the edge of his foreskin. Harry watched in fascination as Ron's tongue snaked easily around the fat shaft, reaching completely along the full length of the pink protuberance. Harry backed away, his cockhead slid out of Ron's mouth with ease, the full lips allowing the humungous helmet to slide out, the bloated purpling large heart shape pulsing in the air then Ron's lips kissed the slit, sending a further rapture flow along Harry's body but to Harry's eyes Ron's lips were the same size as usual. His tongue also appeared to be normal sized and normal length but then as Ron's mouth opened Harry was not sure if it was his fat dick that shrank or Ron's mouth that expanded but the result was the very effective tongue lashing and swallowing sensations that followed. My cock must be at least ten inches long and goodness knows how wide,' his head spun at the idea and then the idea followed on in his train of thought, Dec could be ten,' his head swam, `last night it was six now its ten. Ohhhh,' he sighed more as a response to his thoughts than to the lavishing caresses Ron's mouth was providing.
The tingling delights flowed faster and faster and higher and higher, once more oblivious to the fact his fellow Gryffindor's were just beyond the curtain Harry grabbed Ron's sticking out ears and started to ram his large cock in and out of Ron's suctioning mouth. He saw with amazement that the huge dick easily slid inside Ron's mouth, rasping delightfully along the snaky tongue before sliding into the tight and swallowing embrace of Ron's throat. Slowly it slid past the epiglottis, past the tonsils straight into Ron's gullet. Ron apparently in a happy stupor took the full length of the enormous teenrod, swallowing right down to the hairy base. Harry paused for a moment as Ron's lips kissed his pubic nest, his dick jerked and twitched as Ron's very tight and velvet like oesophagus vibrated around his helmet and shaft. Harry tugged at Ron's large ears and to his extreme pleasure his balls now followed his dick inside Ron's mouth. The sensation of warm moist heat and the sensual slicking of Ron's tongue around his teenage spheres was sexily astounding, Harrys eyes glazed as the sexual joys peaked and peaked higher and higher, his every nerve was a'tingling and a'glowing and his balls swelled and pulsed and jerked within the warm wetness of Ron's squelching and adaptive mouth. Harry stood there with Ron's mouth impaled on his fantastically magically enlarged prick and wallowed in the heavenly sensations as Ron's muscles massaged the enormous shaft and bloated glans, swallowing the copious dollops of Harry's juices as they swam the length of the Olympic swimming-pool sized pipe. Back and forth Harry worked his hips, the huge dick sliding further inwards and downwards towards Ron's stomach. His balls ached and swelled as they were massaged by the swallowing motions and Harry sensed his sperms moving and spinning as they readied themselves for sexual ejaculation. He reached down his hand and stroked Ron's throat, sensing and feeling his dick sliding inside the constriction, his own hand adding a further level of sensual stroking pleasure to the magical blowjob. Harry grunted as his passionate lust climbed another cliff of bliss and he twitched and shuddered as the wave took hold and spiked delightfully.
Harry quivering leaned against the cooling tiles, tiles which were warm to the touch and stroked Ron's spiked hair. Ron started to bob his head faster taking over the movements necessary to bring Harry to his teenage joys. The waves of tingling passion and exciting feelings mounted and mounted and Harry stretched on tiptoe as his body responded to the whirling ecstasies and thrills that spun and jolted like electric shocks through his body. His hips thrust deeper and deeper and Ron's magnificent throat contained and cajoled his sensitive nerves, slavering and squeezing them brining even more exquisite exultations and rapture to pleasure his body.
"Faster, faster, stronger," Harry moaned as the brilliant cosmic scene before his eyes glittered and flared, the warming tingles becoming the hot lava flow that he recalled from Percy's administrations. Ron apparently in his own stupor swiftly complied, his squelching throat compressing tighter around Harry's gigantic dick and doing so with comparative ease.
His efforts proved quickly fruitful, Harry ran through the exquisite delights of the blowjob as the end was achieved. Harry tensed and arched his back as he felt the acute tingling joys spread through him as his sperms rocketed along the vast length of his prick before spurting into the dank delight of Ron's gullet. He cried out and moaned, growling deeply and with complete abandon as the sensual heights were exploding within him and within Ron's mouth.
Ron swallowed the salty spicy juices, suckled and cleaned the final traces of Harry's sperms and stood up. Harry blinked once twice and whispered, "seductes returnus" as he spoke he too shook his head as the blue clouds reappeared and wafted mistily about them, a ghostly voice sounded, the voice a crooning moan, `Timus returnus, memorias forgetus' and as the violet mists dissipated Harry shook his head and stared at his best mate.
"Your hair is all spiky," he said mystified.
Ron placed his hand on his head, "What the, how did that happen. Fuck are the twins up to their tricks again," he fisted his hands.
"Come on Ron we'll be late," Harry splashed the dripping shower spray towards Ron who shook as the droplets hit him.
The two stepped out of the shower re-joining their fellow Gryffindor colleagues who were still labouring to finish their ablutions. Harry gazed at himself in the mirror, a half remembered thought crossed his mind and he jerked and looked down at his body, his teenage dick hung just as it normally did, `seems smaller,' was his thought and then another image flashed across his mind. He looked sideways in the mirror where he could see Ron furiously towelling his head.
"There that's better," Ron grinned his red locks a frizzled mess and then he unconcerned took a comb and struggled to comb his hair into its proper state. He caught sight of Harry's expression in his mirror. "You alright Harry?" he asked and he smiled, for a brief micro second Harry thought he saw Ron's smile lengthen and widen, spreading beyond the bounds of his facial structure and then as he blinked his eyes all he could see was Ron grinning at him. Harry shook his head and turned away from the mirror and towards Ron. It was the normal usual Ron who stood there.
"Get a move on Second Years," Oliver Wood fully dressed, his cloak billowing around him called from the doorway, "You should be lining up at the door by now," he turned his head, "teenagers," he said contemptuously as he strode towards the straggling line of students by the Fat Lady's picture.
Hermione stared at Ron, `there's something odd here,' she thought and then as Harry appeared behind Ron she twitched, a strange iciness ran down her backbone, goosebumps appeared on her arms and she felt a cold breeze waft past her.
"Oh it's you," Ron gave her his usual glare.
"Good morning to you too," she calmly replied.
"Morning Hermione," Harry grinned, his glasses reflecting the lights and he stepped between them and grabbed them by their arms. "Potions await," he stepped forward almost dragging them with him.
Professor Snape strode around the benches checking the simmering cauldrons. He leaned over Hermione's mixture.
"A touch more dankweed Miss Grainger," he intimated, his nose sniffing the acrid aroma, "we want the potion's effects to last longer than a few seconds." He moved on ignoring Harry's and Ron's efforts. At Malfoy's bench he stared at the cauldron, `Why on earth is his mixture glowing crimson?' he asked himself but before he could move closer a commotion from the back of the room disturbed him.
"Sir, Sir Professor," Seamus wailed, a trail of green vapour was rising from his bubbling cauldron and it formed itself into an expanding bubble of glowing green mist. "What do I do, Professor?" Seamus raised his wand in a defensive tentative posture.
"No, no don't," Snape snarled but his voice prompted Seamus to push his wand directly into the bubble which deflated with a snarly hissing sound, and the issuing green smoke wound itself around Seamus's wand, along his arm and under his cloak. Snape grabbed at Seamus's arm his wand at the ready but he saw it was too late, the smoke snaked round Seamus's neck and then as the boy cried out in horror, the misty tail entered his mouth. Seamus swallowed unable to help himself and then he whirled, twisted, his body rising in the air about six inches and then he dropped back down. Snape held him firm, muttering words as he tapped Seamus with his wand, a flash of green light flickered into a bright green flare, it's verdant glare flashed blindingly for a moment and when everyone's eyes cleared Seamus stood on his feet. A gasp went round the room, Malfoys group making more of a laughing gasp as everyone could see the change in Seamus. His head disfigured, the spiralling ball of green mist had changed his appearance and Seamus Finnegan now sported bulging froggy eyes, froggy lips and his voice had a croaky edge to it.
"To the infirmary boy," Snape grunted, "I have done what I can to lessen the effect. Professor Sprout will be able to return you to normal, although some might think it an improvement. Go boy," he waved his hand and Seamus hopped towards the door.
"Poor Seamus," sighed Hermione.
"Just Seamus's luck that's all," Ron commented.
"Finnegan exploding again, just what you'd expect from a leprechaun," chortled Malfoy and Hermione glared at him.
"You're no pot of gold yourself Draco," she hissed and muttering under her breath pointed her wand at Malfoy's table under her own table.
"Oh, ohh, no, noooooooo," yelped Draco as his bubbling cauldron tipped to one side, its contents falling onto the wooden surface, as the concoction landed a cloud of reddish mist floated into the air, tinged with a green edging and a strong stink of rotting compost spread into the air around the laboratory.
"MALFOY!" Professor Snape's screamed loudly as the Professor jerked his wand at the growing glowing cloud. A bright flash followed, the students all jumping to their feet as the greeney-red vapour disappeared with a bright crimson flare that made everyone blink their eyes. It should not have done that,' Snape thought to himself as with another wave of his wand the growing stench was replaced with the earthy tones of cut grass. He stared at Draco who stood by his desk his face a brilliant red and his ears now covered with a green taint. "BOY!" Snape thundered, "I do not know what's got into you today but away with you too. You too can join Mr Finnegan in Professor Sprout's infirmary." A wave of his hands and Draco found himself propelled towards the door, a faint wisp of the red and green vapour steamed off him as he moved and evaporated into the air behind him. The laboratory door flew open and then slammed shut behind the disappearing Malfoy. Snape moved close to Malfoy's table, he sniffed carefully at the congealing lumpy mess on the table. Chilli' he thought to himself wondering where on earth Malfoy would have found chilli to add into his ingredients for the potion. A wave of his hand and the table was cleared of the disgusting concoction. He turned back to the class.
"Resume," he ordered in a flat tone. The students bent over their respective cauldrons.
Percy Weasley made himself comfortable in the library and opened the large tome he had removed from the shelf. Let's see now I was reading Chapter ten,' he mused to himself as he turned the pages until the required page was found. Silently he found his marker, removed it for later use and commenced reading. A cold blast of air wound around his legs as the library door was opened. "Chilly," Percy mumbled and grabbed his robe to pull it tighter around him, as he did he felt the icy draught waft over his thighs, looking down he was distraught to see his trousers had disappeared. Uttering a cry which brought a chorus of Shh's' from nearby students Percy bent down to tug his trousers back into place. `Where on earth are my underpants,' he thought as he eased his trousers back over his thighs and closed the fly. As he zipped himself up he touched his prick through the material and a sensation of desiring memory slid into his mind. "Why am I thinking of Harry Potter," he spoke aloud without knowing.
"Master Weasley," Irma Pince, Hogwarts Librarian hissed into his ear, "if you cannot study in quiet then I suggest you return to your House and study there," she clipped him around the ear as though he was a first year which made Percy redden with embarrassment.
"S, ,s, sorry Miss Pince," Percy was aghast at his composure and grabbing his books, returned the book he was studying to its' place on the shelf and hurried back to the safety of the Gryffindor common-room.
Once inside Gryffindor House he hurried to his dorm where he saw to his consternation his usual underpants, the Mrs Weasley white pants glowing at him from the end of the bed where he had placed them when getting ready to dress. How odd?' he thought and packing them away for use the next day he packed his satchel ready for the next day. Just time to study those spells,' he decided and made his way to the common-room where he slid into one of the desks reserved for senior boys. Percy opened his textbook and started to re-read and memorise the complicated mental preparing as well as the necessary wording for the more difficult work on Apparating. A clatter of shoes caused him to look up and he muttered as the group of younger students gathered around one of the long tables and spread out their books and then it was the sound of quills scratching as the nibs caught on the paper. He noticed another set of footsteps but ignored them and then a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Percy, Percy, what on earth are you doing?"
Percy looked up at his fellow classmate and dorm mate Oliver Wood who was staring at him.
"Wood, I am trying to memorise Apparting methodology," he was his usual snobby self.
"But Percy you're naked, again, honestly this is the second time and whilst it may be acceptable in the bathroom it is not in the common room," Oliver reached down and pulled up Percy's cloak which had slipped down his seat.
"WHAAAAATTTT" Percy jumped to his feet which was unfortunate as it meant that all the others in the room turned to stare at him and all eyes could now see that all he appeared to be wearing was his cloak, once more his clothes had been lost somewhere.
"Percy, cover up, there are female students here," Oliver moved to place himself in front of his offending colleague, "Really what is the matter with you, your normally so prudish about bearing your body," Oliver spread his own cloak wide as Percy struggled to wind and tie his own robe around his nudity.
Percy red faced and pink with embarrassment all over his body grabbed his books and stormed out of the room, ignoring the cat calls and looks from his junior colleagues. He could hear the comments, "Did you see," "Percy Weasley was naked under his cloak," "See I told you Weasleys are red all over," "To small for a wand was that," which followed him up the stairs where he threw himself on his bed. Still blushing and still very red in all places he resumed his studying.
A short time later Oliver Wood entered the dorm to change and get ready for his Quidditch practice. He stared at Percy who was completely naked and lying on his bed, his pink backside two plump chicken breasts that glowed back at him. `Oh Percy' he thought and ignoring his naked dorm mate he changed quickly.
Harry looked up from his book, he was lying on his bed, he was supposed to be studying his spelling, his textbook lay opened on the bed beside him but in fat he was engrossed in the tome he had hidden under his bed. `I still don't understand half of this,' he told himself as he turned the pages, sensing the powerful magic contained within the spells, it drove him further into the book. Harry read on somehow unable to resist the urge that rose up within himself to delve further inside the spells, turned the pages almost reluctantly. The common-room clock struck the half hour and Harry sat up.
"Quidditch Broomstick practice," he said aloud, noting the memory spell to remind him about the extra sessions Oliver had arranged was working well.
Harry gathered his equipment, the book to take notes, his wand in case of trouble, his hand hesitated on the cover of the book, `Don't need that,' he said and then he turned to his storage chest. Kneeling down he took his cloak of invisibility out and placed it in his satchel. Grabbing his broomstick he headed out towards the practice ground.
"Come on Harry, we need to practice those quick turns and spins," Oliver Wood beckoned at Harry who dropped his satchel by Oliver's.
The two rose into the air on their brooms and commenced the first of the runs. Harry enjoyed the rush of air past his ears and hair as he chased Oliver's brushtail as close as possible.
"This could be handy in a seeker chase," his voice spoke close to Harry's ear and Harry listened intently at the instructions. "It could also help in bad weather play when speed is of the utmost," Oliver continued, "using your opponents speed and body to preserve your own energy and body heat."
The two brooms rose higher and higher and then Oliver spiralled down, Harry close beside him as they attempted several sharp turning movements, on one occasion both trying several three hundred and sixty degree turns as they sought to fly behind one another.
"You're getting better at this trick," Oliver complimented Harry who beamed happily at praise from his idol. "Now let's try the trickier one hundred and eighty turn."
Harry gripped his broomstick tightly, the one hundred and eighty turn required great skill and command to get the broomstick to stop and reverse position, such sudden sideways moves and reverses were difficult even for the most experienced of riders and Harry knew he still had much to learn. The manoeuvre was practised several times at just above ground level and at a slow speed.
"Teach your broom, let it know and learn from you as much as you learn from it," Oliver explained. "All the professional riders have brooms made especially for them and some even visit the forest where the trees are grown to make contact with the wood as it grows. The commercial contracts are such that they often have to visit several forests run by the manufacturers who are all hopeful of the success that the professional riders reflect on their products."
Harry held his broom sensing the power within the weathered mahogany of his Nimbus 2000 and bent his head to the head; he laid his cheek against the wood, the wood warm from his touch felt sensual, he inhaled the warmth, it was comforting and in some small way exciting.
"Faster now Potter," Oliver grinned and tapped Harry's strong wiry brushy twigs with his own and then the lesson continued, Oliver taking Harry higher and higher as the rapid spinning turning became easier and simpler. Harry felt his Nimbus living up to its name; it leapt in his hands eagerly seeking the change of position and bucked swiftly, Harry almost lying vertical with the broom as it swivelled.
"Harry that's awesome riding," Oliver he noticed was hovering a few feet away as he watched his pupil master the difficult manoeuvre, "but vertically, that looks," he hesitated for a moment, "it looks showy, I'm not sure it would work as Seeker chasing," he grinned, "but it would distract the other Quidditch players, not the least our own. We need to let them see that or else they might be put off their game as well as our opponents." He checked the Hogwarts clockface, "Time for a quick in and out of the towers before we finish," Oliver turned his broom towards the tall wooden towers of the distant Quidditch court.
"I just want to make a few notes first please Oliver," Harry drifted down towards his satchel.
"Okay I could do with a break anyway," Oliver's voice followed him down.
Harry alighted from his broom and told it to hover at sitting height, he reached into his satchel for his notebook and quill and as he did so something fell to the ground and to Harry's astonishment he saw a book, `The Book,' thought Harry lying on the grass, the pages pale in the late afternoon light.
"What's this?" Oliver bent down to pick up the book, a breeze from nowhere fluttered the pages and then the book lay flat. Oliver handed the book, opened at the page it had come to rest on to Harry who on seeing the page spoke the words printed there without thinking.
"Sexus copulates adorus," he read out slowly.
A familiar strange tingling started to warm him up, the heat beginning in his groin and spreading rapidly outwards, Harry sighed gently as the special warmth sent the known beginnings of desire rising.
"Oh Harry," Oliver stepped forward and Harry felt Oliver's lips on his, the book floated to the ground and remained static, still open at the page Harry had quoted from.
Harry's mouth opened to allow Oliver's tongue to slide between his lips, the lessons from the previous night helping him to return the kiss with interest. Oliver's hands slipped down, down inside Harry's shorts and caressed the growing lump his fingers found there. Harry moaned as the delicate touch sent flutterings up and down his spine. He leaned back slightly and his head spun.
"Cupidius Erectus Sextus," he whispered this time relishing the surging that took place and stole through him, his expectations developing as his experiences expanded.
"Gosh Harry what a decent sized cock you have," sighed Oliver as he dipped his tongue once more into Harry's mouth as his hand fluted up and down the pulsing hot teenage rod he had discovered, his own five incher was also rising and Oliver had never felt as alive as he did at that moment.
Oliver had some experience with sex, he had enjoyed the attention of several girls in his home area and his handsome looks and slightly serious manner was quite an attraction in the muggle world. He was no stranger then to the delights of his own body when his lust was stimulated. He had also dallied with some of his Hogwarts feminine colleagues although nothing beyond kissing and fondling, he was totally inexperienced with same sex but with the help of Harry's special book which lay the attractions on him he was more than rising to the occasion. Normally an introspective individual he found himself taking the lead, his hands unbuttoned Harry's long shorts which dropped gently to the ground. He eased back Harry's cloak and it fell to lie on Harry's hovering broom. He tugged up Harry's tabard top and kissed the taut nipples that peaked as his lips suckled and kissed them. His brain registered the difference between the soft palmable peaches of the girls he had known and the firm flesh of Harry's peaked teats and his flatter chest but his current desire was driven with a lust beyond any desire he had felt or enjoyed with a girl.
Oliver took a step backwards. It was as though unseen hands worked the buttons and ties as his clothes slid from his taut muscular frame, Oliver stepped out of his shoes which unlaced themselves, his socks slid down and he stepped out of them, he stood naked on the Quidditch practice ground, his entire body on show, his five inch teenage cock pulsing and throbbing, a clear dribble of precum slid down his shaft and bubbled across his churning ballsac. Harry stood opposite him, he was also naked; his thick six inches of fat teenage cock spilling its dew down his shaft and Oliver sank to his knees, his mouth opening to gather the heady nectar.
Harry groaned as Oliver's lips kissed and then slid down his dick, the tight kissing touch pushing back his foreskin allowing Oliver's warm breath to caress his sensitive glans, the hot lips closing around his ridge, his tongue lapping at the cockslit savouring the sweet spice honey essence of Harry's precum just made Harry swoon with pleasure. Oliver sucked and swallowed, he did a much better job than any of the girls who had done the same for him, like any prick owner he knew what made cocksucking so special. His head bobbed back and forth, his hands stroked Harry's shaft, the fourteen year old leaning back to rest against his hovering broom which solidly took his weight. Oliver's free hand caressed and cuddled the heavy squidgy ball sac, smoothing and squeezing the two spongy spheres which worked their own magic of reproduction. Harry mewled as the tingling warmth intensified; the waves of sexual ecstasy rolling over and over his entire body, his sensual centre once more on the prodigious prick that blossomed and swelled and pulsed, feeding the suctioning mouth that drooled over the spilling helmet, swallowing the heavenly ambrosia that sent further rushes of flashing ardent lust plunging within both himself and Oliver.
Harry stared at the sky above the field; close by the tall imposing towers of Hogwarts School rose high, windows glinting in the afternoon sun, he felt unconcerned at his naked state as the effects of Oliver's oral work provided him with a series of waves of ecstasy and delights. He juddered and shuddered delighting in the exquisite sensations that soared within him, his broom too twitched as it sought to contain his movements whilst supporting its master. Abruptly Harry as he reached a high peak he pushed Oliver's head away from his cock. Staring at the older teenager with a wild strange look in his eyes he reached down into his satchel and removed his special cloak he had placed there.
He gestured to Oliver's static broom; it rose at his unspoken command and moved so that it lay alongside his own hovering broom. His gaze turned to Oliver who rose from his knees and then stepping forward leapt and took up a position straddling both brooms; the two besoms jerked slightly but resumed their hovering position. Oliver sat with his back to the handle end, his hands grasping both wooden staffs, his legs hanging down facing the brush end of the brooms. Harry stepped up and sat facing Oliver; the brooms trembled as they adjusted to the combined weights. Harry's cock pointed forwards, he settled himself as Oliver bent forward to take Harry's dick back inside his mouth. Harry sighed as the warmth of Oliver's mouth once more set his pulses racing.
Harry flared his Cloak of Invisibility into the air, it settled over them and they disappeared from the sight of any observers. Harry jerked his hips and his cock juddered inside Oliver's hot sucking mouth.
Unseen a voice was heard, "Hold Tight," then "Rise," and a misty shimmer wafted across the place where they had been, the shimmer floated and then rose higher. Underneath the cloak Harry sat on the brooms his hands on Oliver's head; his now seven inches of virginal teencock buried to the hilt in Oliver's fellating mouth. As the brooms rose higher and higher Oliver began to suck furiously.
Harry Potter about to join the one hundred foot high oral club balanced precariously on the two flying broomsticks moaned gutturally and deeply, his rapacious lust soared as high as they flew upwards.
End of Part 3
To Be Continued...???????????????????????
(So it all looks it's all up in the air for Harry or is it just over and out, is this story about to crash and burn or do I take up my quill and magic up another chapter. So do you need me to spell it out for you? Okay then if you do want more and really want me to continue this magical story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the final flight of fancy for Harry Potter. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also remember to make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this and further chapters. All the best, Van T Z Boi)
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