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Subject: {ASSM} Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secret Delights (fmff magic)
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If you are under 18, you are very naughty for peeking at a story like
this. Bad. Hold out your hand ... (slap). And now for your spanking;
down with your pants! Oops, (heh) got a little carried away there.
Anyway, go watch Barney, right now!
There, that got rid of them. On with the show!
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The Chamber of Secret Delights
Sighing heavily, Harry turned the dismal gray pages
of the extra book Snape had assigned, "The magical
qualities of assorted mushrooms." So much to
memorize. "...eating from one side will make you
larger, eating from the other side will make you
smaller..." and so on. He was lazily daydreaming of
butterbeers, when he heard a "sst!"
Looking around, he noticed that all the others in the
boy's dormitory had dozed off over their studies;
hardly surprising, given the hour. Yet still, "sst!"
he heard it again. A young girl's head was protruding
from the wall. It was the head of Moaning Myrtle.
"Harry, you've got to come quick!" she whispered
loudly.
"What?" he replied. "I can't hear you!"
"You've got to come quick. You-know-who has put the
entire castle under a sleeping spell, and we need you
to come help break it!"
Harry scratched his head. "If everyone's asleep, then
why are you whispering?"
Myrtle shrugged, emerging from the wall. "More
dramatic I suppose. Hey," she grinned. "I've never
been in the boy's dormitory before!" She leapt up
into the air over Harry. As he glanced up, under her
frilly, fancy old-fashioned dress, he noticed that
she wasn't wearing any undergarments.
Now Harry, having been raised in a family without any
young girls in it, had never seen a naked female
body. So he found himself unwittingly fascinated by
the glimpse he had caught of the soft reddish folds
between the smooth pink lips gazing down from between
Myrtle's legs as she flew over him.
Quickly he looked away, though she gave a meaningful
look as if she had noticed. But rather than mention
it, she bounced lightly off the wall and landed
abruptly sitting on top of him. Not that he could
feel her weight -- she was, after all, a ghost. But
he thought he imagined something stirring in his lap.
She reached out both arms around his neck, clasping
her hands gently behind his head, leaning back
seductively. "How about it, big magician," she
squeaked slyly. "A little kiss for the little girl?"
"Um, Myrtle, you're kind of like, a GHOST, so there
wouldn't be much chance that we could, um, like, you
know..."
She leaned forward and placed a wet, juicy smack on
his lips, or at least it would have been wet and
juicy had he been able to feel it. Disconcerting. He
shook his head to clear it. "Look, so what do you
need me to do?"
Myrtle's mood turned pleading, with an undertone of
mockery behind it as always. "Harry, Hermione needs
you to come downstairs to the commons so you can help
her free the castle from the awful spell!"
"So how come she didn't come up to ask me herself?"
Myrtle smirked. "She was afraid to enter the boy's
dormitory. She could get expelled."
"Ok," Harry stood up, exasperated. "I'll be right
there."
When he arrived, Hermione was seated at a table,
frowning over a thick book. Ginny Weasley sat next to
her, apparently having somehow also escaped the
sleeping spell.
"What's that?" asked Harry, rubbing his eyes.
"A quadruple," muttered Hermione absently, pulling
one of her long curly locks from behind her ear. "Oh
dear."
"Quadruple what?" asked Myrtle.
"See well, it says right here," Hermione underlined
the sentence with her finger, "the only way to break
the castle-sleeping spell is a quadruple simultaneous
orgasm."
"What does that mean?" asked Harry.
Hermione looked at him sharply. "Don't get out much,
do you?"
"Well, all these extra books Snape has piled on..."
She waved her hand in the air. "I know, I know. Well
Harry," she turned wistful. "I suppose it's time you
got to visit the secret chamber upstairs of the
girl's dormitory."
Harry had been wondering about that room for some
time now, though he had been to busy to realize it.
But now he found himself remembering the strange
sounds he had heard from that direction late at
night, rhythmic moans that crescendoed into screams
and then sighs, faintly in the distance. Sometimes he
heard one or two voices, other nights, especially
when the moon was full, he could have sworn the
entire girl's dorm was up there giggling and
shrieking. Invariably, the morning after, all the
girls would be a little extra cheerful.
"Follow us, Harry," said Hermione. "We'll need your
magic wand for this one."
"Ok, I'll go get it. I left it upstairs..."
"Hush," she said. "just follow." And with that, she
swiftly turned and walked across the room.
Puzzled, he followed Hermione's long, flowing, velvet
gray-blue robes, embroidered with silver stars and
moons, as they swept up the ancient stones of the
castle stairs, to the forbidden silent shadows of the
girl's dormitory.
The deeply grained oak door creaked open, and they
plunged into the secret night within. The torches had
gone out, so darkness was only broken by the pale
blue moonlight descending faintly from a high window
in the stone alcove above.
Gentle snoring sounded around him, and as Harry's
eyes adjusted to the darkness, the gray shapes
looming around him turned out to be girls clad in
thin, delicate night-garments, asleep over their
books, or lounging in chairs or cuddling together in
beds. Apparently the rules were more lax on this side
regarding the necessity of clothes, and Harry noticed
a one of the girls he had seen in the dining hall
with her legs spread to display her small, sweet
lower mouth.
She was completely naked, aside from a frilly little
nightshirt that was open to reveal her smooth chest.
She lay asleep as if she had been sitting on the
corner of the bed and, when the spell had hit, had
fallen back face up, with each leg hanging over a
different side of the bed corner pointing out either
way like the hands of a clock at 8:20. The faint glow
of moonlight on the dark, inviting slit between
smooth folds silently watching from below her navel
seemed to touch Harry in the same location, and he
swallowed uneasily.
Hermione led them all, unheeding Harry's
disconcertedness, across the stone-tiled floor, to a
door that opened to a stone spiral stairway. The
formed a solemn procession, Hermione, Harry, Ginny,
and Myrtle, slowly ascending the hard stone steps to
the chamber above.
At the upper landing, Hermione paused in front of the
doorway, turning to them. "The Chamber of Secret
Delights," she said dramatically. As she pushed open
yet another heavily grained ancient oaken door, they
walked through. Harry could feel invisible feminine
hands gently loosening his clothes, reaching into his
pants and pulling them down, pulling off his shirt.
As he looked around, he saw the same happening to
Ginny -- her clothes were magically being removed and
gracefully set in a pile to one side.
"The disrobing spell," announced Hermione, holding
her wand like a scepter. "I've disabled it for myself
for now, until we get started. Now Myrtle, what will
we do about you?"
Harry was down to his shorts, which Ginny had given
him once for Valentine's day. She giggled shyly when
she saw that he had them on. They had little red
hearts and bows and arrows all over them.
The hands were tugging at the elastic, and Harry kept
slapping them away.
Myrtle laughed loudly at Hermione's question. "Just
because I CAN go through walls doesn't can't be solid
when I want to. Watch..."
She walked over to a rack which held -- Harry wasn't
sure what they were called. A variety of toys,
apparently. Myrtle lifted up by the strap a belt
mounted with what looked like a giant black curvy
pickle. As they watched, she carried it across the
room, turning invisible as she did, so the
dual-pickle floated dangling from the belt. She
reappeared on the other side of the room, and
curtsied.
"Hm." Hermione replied. "That should do just fine.
Now Ginny,"
Ginny stood in front of Harry, facing him. Both still
had their shorts on, both bare-chested. Harry clung
to his shorts, though the invisible hands had
apparently given up momentarily trying to remove
them.
Ginny's red hair fell gently on her pale shoulders as
she smiled at him, lips moist and red in the muted,
sensuous light. "Here, I'll help with those," she
said. She knelt down where Harry was standing, and
touched his crotch gently with her nose. She lifted
up her head and gently closed her lips around the
shape of the shaft of the magic wand inside. The wand
shifted, leaving a tiny dot of sweet-smelling juice,
and the red round tip peeked out from the top of the
elastic.
Ginny smiled. "I knew you could do it for me," she
said.
Harry's head was so filled with the hazy rush of
ecstasy that he was too weak to notice or resist as
Ginny carefully slipped his final garment off, down
his legs, onto the floor.
Hermione paused for a moment, staring in spite of
herself at this sight yet un-beheld. She cleared her
throat. "Now Ginny, I think for the maximal effect,
you'll need to change shapes. Don't worry -- you'll
still feel everything just the same. What do you
think. Fleur? or Cho?"
"Cho," Harry said involuntarily, twinging at the
memory of their Valentine's day disaster."
A subtle hint of knowing distaste crossed Hermione's
face. "Of course. Cho it is." She lifted her wand.
"Transformus Labias Corpus," she incanted.
A blur passed over the lens of reality, and as Harry
blinked, Professor McGonagall stood in front of them.
"Yaaagh!" he blurted.
"Aaaaaa!" yelled the others in unison.
"Sorry," muttered Hermione, leafing through her spell
book. "Let me try again... Transformus Corpus
Vulvus!"
A blur passed over the lens of reality, and as Harry
blinked, his dream had come true -- Cho stood in
front of him, wearing nothing but her shorts. "Cho,"
he said. She grinned.
"Ah, much better," said Hermione.
"Myrtle," said Ginny-Cho, "you look as though you had
seen a ghost!"
"I AM a ghost," she muttered irritably. "Hmph." As
she shook herself, shivering with anticipation, her
Victorian dress transfigured into a black Victorian
undergarment, dangling stringily on her thin smooth
pale innocent body with filmy black beautiful frills.
She pushed her glasses up her cute little nose, and
brushed the tip of the black cucumber against the
soft gentle folds between her legs. "unh," she said
softly.
"Ok, Harry, it's your turn," said Cho. She stood over
him, pushing down his shoulders. "Take off my
panties, if you dare!"
Harry felt his heart racing. As he knelt and gently
grasped Cho's thin, tan legs, feeling her soft smooth
skin, he thrust his mouth into the center of her
crotch, smelling the sweet, vexing aroma of her
tantalizing desire through the soft, thin fabric.
He closed his teeth gently, pulling the panties down
from their center, the blissful aroma filling his
nostrils. As the flimsy garment fell to the floor, he
found himself facing the naughty, youthfully gnarled
folds. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed in
ecstasy.
"Yes," she whispered. "Kiss me there. Love me."
Harry gently reached out with the tip of his tongue.
As it made contact, he felt the shudder of delight
ripple through her entire body. "Yes," she repeated
over and over.
He heard the smacking sound of a lotion bottle behind
him, and felt a finger smooshing a warm oily liquid
down the crack between his buttocks.
"Don't mind me, back here," said Myrtle. Oddly, she
was still wearing her glasses. She had strapped the
belt around her waist, and had inserted half of the
black curvy cucumber into her vagina.
As Harry continued to lovingly caress Cho's sensuous,
wet folds with his tongue, he felt a finger
exploring, probing, spreading oily pleasure down from
the base of his spine, lower and lower, until the
finger caught in the hole.
Glancing up, he saw Hermione's rapt expression, as
she casually studied the situation. She was still
fully clothed the grey-blue velvet robe, with a tall
pointed hat, both covered in silver stars. When he
saw her cute face, he suddenly wanted to kiss her on
the lips, and smear the juice from Cho's hot
love-hole onto them. But he diligently persisted in
pleasuring Cho. Her moans increased in volume and
intensity.
Glancing back, he saw Myrtle wickedly pushing the tip
of the black cucumber-thing down the crack of his
butt. The tip of it was now vibrating with a sensuous
motion. He felt it penetrate his anus, and slide in
to a spot inside him that instantly blinded him with
pleasure.
"Whoa," he protested, feeling his magic wand stiffen
uncontrollably into a steel rod.
"Enchanted dildo, automatically seeks and stimulates
the prostate," explained Hermione in a matter-of-fact
tone. Myrtle gasped and gave a shriek of delight.
"And the G-spot, on the other side. Very good."
"We need a quadruple," remarked Cho. "So what do we
do about you?" She asked.
"Well," Hermione replied.
"Harry could come inside of you," Cho offered.
Hermione smiled. "That's very kind, but you well know
that all the greatest witches were lesbians. You
wouldn't want me to soil my repute. Well, we have a
couple of options."
"Here," said Cho, pulling away from Harry, and
getting down on the floor in front of him on her
hands and knees. Her smooth brown back and buttocks
curved seductively before him. He placed his hands
gently on her waist.
For the first time, Harry noticed the plush, soft
pillowy carpeting. His steel rod found its way
towards between her legs. As she opened her hips
behind her, her fingers reached back between her legs
to find the now almost painfully glowing
hyper-sensitized red tip of him, gently smearing the
drops that now flowed freely from it.
Hermione watched, approvingly. Myrtle's moaning
continued, the persistent thrusting into Harry from
behind keeping Harry's wand in its magical state.
Harry gasped as he felt the tip touch Cho's soft,
white-hot juicy hole, as he felt it close around his
aching stiffness, encircling his blissful agony in
the fire of penetration.
"Yes!" she cried in delight.
"Unh!" cried Myrtle as he pulled out of Cho, thus
thrusting into her.
"Yes," he replied, to Cho, and the dialogue
(trialogue) between them continued, "yes, yes, unh,
yes, unh,..."
Meanwhile, Hermione knelt in front of Cho, sitting
down, legs spread, lifting her robes. Underneath, she
had been naked all along, her smooth lips gently
pressing and parting in the breeze. She scooted
forward, until she was in reach of Cho's mouth.
"OK Ginny, you know what I want."
In the back of his mind, Harry remembered that the
girl he was inside of who looked like Cho was in fact
Ginny, and his wand stiffened even further (if
possible) at realizing that he was simultaneously
making love to two of his favourite girls.
Cho-Ginny spread Hermione's lips with her fingers,
and she knowingly began to methodically stimulate
Hermione's clitoris as she thrust an educated finger
up her vagina. Harry could see that it was a real
turn-on for Hermione to have the younger girl
nibbling on her pink pearl.
Hermione's demeanor of reserve suddenly broke loose
of its moorings, and she threw her head back with
wild uncontrolled yelps of pleasure that gleefully
filled the air, creating a quartet of ecstatic cries
as each of them burrowed deeper and deeper into the
secret pleasures of their respective naughtiness.
Harry felt the fires burning both in front of and
from behind his pelvis, Myrtle solidly inside of him,
he fiercely inside of Cho, whose juices he still
tasted in his mouth, whose tongue connected with
Hermione between her wide knees facing him.
Hermione opened her eyes, still moaning. Her cute
little face and bouncing long curls filled Harry with
desire. She leaned forward. "Kiss me, Harry," she
whispered softly, opening her mouth in front of his.
Her tongue eagerly met his lips, and she shivered
with desire, as they gently, then fiercely, then
gently again explored each others loving kisses, as
he felt her taste Cho's juices on his tongue and
lips, as he burned inside of Cho, and Cho-Ginny's
tongue explored fiercely Hermione's vagina, and
Myrtle probed lovingly behind him.
Subtly, the rhythm altered, came from the steep climb
to the tiny plateau, then jumping off to soar on
wings of glory into the valley below...
First Hermione convulsed in front of him, and seeing
her orgasm tipped the scales for Harry, who felt the
cool jets of blissful drops of release shooting into
Cho. Ginny-Cho, caught between the two orgasms of her
closest friends, froze uncontrollably as the
contractions lovingly squeezed Harry's magic wand
inside of her. "Unh! Unh!" shouted Myrtle, who had
been having little orgasms all along, thrusting with
perfect synchronization, as the dance slowed and
gradually subsided as they collapsed together into an
intimately fondling heap.
"I wonder if that broke the spell," wondered Harry.
They all listened. Complete silence. Harry wondered
how he would explain his presence in the girl's dorm,
especially since he had forgotten his invisibility
cloak.
Hermione groaned. "I knew it. I came a little bit
early. It has to be exactly simultaneous for the
spell to be broken. Come on now, we have to try it
again..."
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