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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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