Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires
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Chapter 39 Calendar Completed
Fred and George Weasley had not studied once for the final
year sixth year exams. Since starting their adult line of Weasleys’ Wizard
Wheezes, the twins had been too cooped up with making potions, having sex and
earning loads of gold. Their latest financial windfall was the Girls of
Hogwarts School Calendar, in which they had already sunk several hundred
Galleons on seducing the prettiest of the prettiest into taking off their
clothes, prancing around naked, fucking them and letting go any inhibition they
once had regarding sex. Fleur Delacour, Hermione Granger and even their own
sister had been the twins’ latest conquests, succumbing to blackmail, bribes
and a desire to be the biggest slut possible. Months of planning and pockets
full of gold had all led up to the final stages of the calendar; all they
needed was one more prime candidate and they knew exactly who they wanted.
‘Fred
and George Weasley… Both of you will stay after class for detention! NO
EXCUSES!’ shouted an angry and distressed Minerva McGonagall in front of the
entire sixth year Transfiguration class on the Wednesday morning two days after
the twins’ last photo shoot with Fleur, Hermione and Ginny. Fred and George had
been whispering at the back of the class for the entire lesson, not caring one
bit about how angry Professor McGonagall was getting at their lack of interest
in the revision lesson she was giving to the rest of the class. Apparently,
Fred and George Weasley didn’t care one bit about their exams, their future at
Hogwarts or their careers after school. In truth however, Fred and George were
far more concerned with their latest conquests; George was regaling his brother
with the tale of how he fucked Fleur Delacour’s sweet French ass while Fred
reciprocated with his even stickier story of how he was fortunate enough to
plug Hermione’s sweet snatch and fill it to the brim with his hot sticky cum.
‘Yah
Yah Yah!’ Fred replied, lifting up his hand in dismissal, almost as if he was
egging on the strict and outrageously angry McGonagall.
‘Ooooooh!’
the entire classroom cooed; in awe at how rude he was for defying such a strict
professor like McGonagall.
‘Out…
Everyone… You two stay put!’ Professor McGonagall commanded with an air of
authority that sent every single student but the two Weasley twins scrambling
for the exits. ‘What in the hell do you two think you’re doing!’ she shouted,
waving her arms in the air threateningly.
‘Oh…
All that… We were being rude just to get you alone…’ George replied calmly,
with a smile on his face as he pulled out a suspicious looking little vial.
‘What…
What do you mean, all alone?’ McGonagall replied, looking both a little curious
and a little afraid at what he meant. In reality, Fred and George had staged
their entire performance that day to lure McGonagall into separating them from
the rest of the class. In this way, they could be all alone for as long as they
needed and nobody would ask questions about their or McGonagall’s whereabouts
for over an hour. The twins’ brilliant plan was to have their final photo shoot
with a woman that would make their calendar the most memorable, exclusive and
highly profitable calendar of all time. McGonagall was by no means a babe like
Hermione Granger or Fleur Delacour, but the fact that she would be a part of
the calendar lent both credibility and distinction to a calendar otherwise
filled with a bunch of teens seeking a quick thrill and an easy paycheck.
‘Do
it George!’ Fred said all of a sudden. George lifted up the vial he had in his
hands and sprayed the perfume-like liquid right into McGonagall’s face. The
twins had opted to use their special concoction known as ‘Essence of Love’ on
the unsuspecting professor in order to bend the strict tight ass teacher into
being their little love slave. They knew their usual methods of either buying
off, blackmailing, or bribing would never work on such a tight assed individual
such as McGonagall and therefore opted for a far more subtle and sneaky way to
get her take part in their little calendar.
The
description of the potion had read:
A
wonderful and fragrant concoction for the love a young man’s life. Weasleys’
Wizard Wheezes is proud to present a potent and intoxicating perfume, able to
create an immediate and powerful attraction between two people. Simply drop a
single hair into the perfume before spraying it on the girl of your dreams. The
reaction will be immediate and sexually bond the wearer to the giver for
several long lustful hours! Warning! One spray will intoxicate the wearer and
sexually stimulate them for hours and hours! There is no antidote to the
perfume until its effects wear off!
‘What
is…’ McGonagall started, before her eyes glazed over and her will became putty
in the twins’ capable hands. McGonagall immediately leaned in over Fred’s
desktop to kiss him. Fred was taken off guard but he knew the power of the
perfume they had created caused those who wore it to become obsessively
attracted to whoever placed a hair in the perfume. Because both Fred and George
had identical DNA, McGonagall would be attracted to both of the twins, not just
one.
‘Deal
with this slut while I set up the camera’ George laughed as he got up from the
desk and ran over to his schoolbag to find the camera he had left in it. Fred
couldn’t make a witty response because McGonagall was already on top of his
desk, making out with him and trying to undress him at the same time.
While
Fred and George prepared themselves to finally finish their glorious calendar,
Hermione Granger was studying hard in the small library aboard the dank and
dark Durmstrang school ship. Her efforts to research the mysterious Spellbook
of Desires in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library had all met with
sticky failure and frankly, she was a little tired of being mysteriously
assaulted and filled to the brim with hot cum before all her hard work
inexplicably disappeared. She also knew however, that the best way to research
an obviously dark and powerful object like the Spellbook of Desires was to look
up references for it in a library which embraces the Dark Arts like Durmstrang
obviously did. Victor had let her onto the ship and into the library for a
relatively small price. All she had to do was to give him a quick blowjob and
he had become putty in her hands. The small library available to her was not
very expansive but after several hours of reading, Hermione had finally struck
gold with a very old looking volume of A History of Salazar Slytherin. In it,
Hermione found several references to the fable book known as the Spellbook of
Desires and its close association to both Salazar Slytherin and all those who
have embraced his legacy and teachings since his death.
The
Spellbook of Desires contains some of the most powerful sexual curses and
spells in existence. The book’s true power however; lies not with the spells
within it but the even more powerful enchantment which surrounds the tome
itself. Beware, prolonged exposure to the book in the near vicinity or
surrounding area at large has adverse effects on the sexual inhibitions of
those individuals who come into contact with the book or the spells contained
within. Although little is known about its true purpose or those spells and
potions contained within its pages, it is alleged to be both indestructible and
extremely hazardous to whoever tries to destroy it.
‘At
least that’s more than I knew… but it’s still fucking weak!’ Hermione groaned,
closing her eyes in frustration and exhaustion. She had been reading through
tome after tome of complicated dark magic throughout the entire night and into
the morning. Because Hermione had no classes until after lunch, she had been
able to study through the entire Tuesday night and into the early hours of
Wednesday morning. So tired was Hermione, as soon as she closed her eyes,
drowsiness overcame her and she drifted off to sleep without even knowing it.
While
Hermione drifted off to sleep, Professor McGonagall had fallen completely under
the control of Fred and George’s magical perfume. She had already managed to
strip Fred out of his clothes and was sucking on his hard prick before George
could even retrieve the camera and set it up to take some great pictures.
‘FUCK
ME! She’s really good at this… She must have been quite the slut in her youth!’
Fred groaned in pleasure as George disrobed and got behind McGonagall to
undress her. She was still on the desk, leaning over it to suck on Fred’s
saliva-covered cock.
‘Holy
Shit… She’s got quite the nice body for an old lady’ George exclaimed in
disbelief as he pulled off her skirt and granny panties to get a look at a very
toned but plump elderly ass. There wasn’t one bit of sag or any wrinkles that
he could see and although George couldn’t believe his eyes, a simple groping
with his curious hands told him that her ass was in fact, just as amazing as it
looked.
‘Let’s
see those big old titties’ Fred moaned as McGonagall continued to suck on his
knob. ‘Shit… these aren’t bad either’ he continued, ripping off her top and bra
to reveal a set of fairly firm breasts which although were nowhere as big as
Fred thought they were, had a timeless and beautiful quality about them.
‘She’s
fucking tighter than a nun back here!’ groaned George as he slid his bulbous
head past her tight elderly twat. ‘Fuck me… She’s even shaved!’ he exclaimed
seconds later, rubbing her pussy with his fingers.
‘I
wonder how tight that ass is then?’ Fred speculated as McGonagall ran her
tongue up and down his shaft like a skilled professional. McGonagall was using
both her hands to both jack him off and squeeze his tightening balls. ‘Besides…
Unghhh… I’m not… Ughhh… going to last… Ughhhh… much longer with her… Unnnn…
sucking me off!’
‘Well…
Batters up… I think this bitch can take both of us at the same time anyway’
George replied, slamming his hips forward to sink the rest of his seven inch
cock into her dripping wet bald pussy.
While
Minerva McGonagall was getting ready to be double-teamed by the dynamic duo of
Fred and George Weasley, Hermione Granger was fast asleep, unable to keep awake
after a long night of study and examination. Hermione was also still trying to
recover from her exploits on Monday morning; a morning in which she paid off an
expensive debt to Fred Weasley by having her pussy destroyed and filled to the
brim with hot cum, all on camera for a special calendar.
‘Who
is dat?’ Igor Karkaroff whispered to himself as he entered the small library
only a few minutes after Hermione had drifted off to sleep. Karkaroff
immediately recognized the young witch after getting a little closer to the
slumbering beauty. Victor often brought his little Mudblood girlfriend to the
ship for a little alone time. Both he and the rest of the Durmstrang students
had spent most of their stay at Hogwarts in the castle and not on the cold
wooden ship. Very few students ventured back to the ship at all, even opting to
stay in the castle instead of braving the dark dank uncomfortable wooden ship.
Karkaroff had himself only returned to the ship to acquire a specific dusty old
book of dark magic he knew could help his Champion win the Triwizard Cup. It
was only when he got right up close to Hermione did he realize that this was
the girl he had ejaculated on all those months ago when he had found her naked
in the halls of the castle. Her face had been covered in cum and even though he
knew she probably wouldn’t have wanted a load of his sticky cum on her tight
pussy, he had done it anyway. Not wanting to waste such an opportunity,
Karkaroff pulled out his tiny three inch hard cock and began furiously stroking
it at the side of her pretty face. If she thought she could get away with
sneaking onto his ship and reading through his valuable books of dark magic,
she had another thing coming, and that other thing would consist of a very
sticky price.
While
Karkaroff stroked his cock off to Hermione’s sleeping face, Fred and George
Weasley were both on top of a school desk pummeling the hell out of Professor
Minerva McGonagall’s mature pussy and ass. The twins could barely contain their
joy at how good it felt to be both balls deep in the strictest teacher’s ass
and pussy. It was obvious to both the twins that the bitch had rarely if ever
had sex before and although she was no virgin or spring chicken, she was as
tight as or tighter than any girl they had fucked so far for their Hogwarts
calendar.
‘Ahhh…
Unghhhhh… FUCK ME!’ McGonagall groaned as an orgasm surged through her and the
desire to experience another enveloped her. McGonagall might have been under
the spell of a powerful love perfume, but Fred and George both knew that her
ravenous and insatiable need for sex and orgasmic relief was just her
subconscious desires finally being released without the silly sexual inhibition
which had controlled her actions for the better part of her life. Fred and
George were simply freeing the dirty slut within the tight-assed teacher which
had been trapped inside her, unable to see the light of day.
Hermione
was having the oddest dream she had ever experience in her entire life; she
knew she was in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. She was on her
hands and knees and couldn’t move an inch. The room was dark and although there
was no movement and seemingly no one else in the room, she could tell that
someone was behind her, breathing down her back. Just as the unidentified
person behind her began to move into her line of sight, something hot and
sticky struck the side of her face and she was abruptly brought back to
reality.
Karkaroff
had been stroking off his tiny little dick for the better part of five minutes
when the very familiar warm sensation of his orgasm began washing over him. He directed
his cock towards Hermione’s pretty little face, stroked off one more time and
unleashed a medium sized load of his warm goo all over the side of her face and
into her brown bushy hair.
‘Oooooooh
Yesssssss!’ he crooned as his cum struck the beautiful target in front of him
and made a mess of what was a very pretty face.
‘Wha…
What the hell is this…?’ Hermione groaned as she opened her eyes and saw a tall
and exhausted Igor Karkaroff still massaging his tiny deflating cock in front
of her. She instantly could feel the hot cum dripping down her face and into
her open mouth and before she could say anything or scold her deranged
molester, Karkaroff pulled up his pants, smiled at Hermione and pointed his
wand at her face.
‘Get
off my ship NOW… or your Headmaster will learn how you broke into our private
library and defaced our books with your dirty Muggle hands’ Karkaroff shouted
at her confidently, making Hermione stumbled to her feet, snuck the one
valuable book into her bag and scampered off the Durmstrang ship looking both
offended and a little embarrassed. Whatever the consequences, Hermione had
succeeded in finding a useful book and learning more about the dangerous
Spellbook of Desires. With a little more study and maybe some help from
Professor Moody, Hermione was sure she could crack the mystery surrounding the
fabled book and snap the sexual spell it was apparently projecting over the
entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
As
Hermione scampered off the Durmstrang ship with a face full of cum and a
valuable tome of magical history, Professor McGonagall was on her way to
receiving a double load of Weasley twin cum. She had worked long and hard to
coax out some of their sweet tasting seed and now that she was getting doubled
fucked like the slut she was at heart, she knew it was only a matter of time
before the duo popped their corks.
‘Fuck
George… I think I’m gonna bust!’ Fred groaned as he drove his cock as deeply
into McGonagall’s tight ass as possible.
‘Me
too, bro’ responded an equally taxed George, pumping his cock into her with an
ever-increasing speed.
‘Ooooohh…
Let me taste it!’ McGonagall moaned, going through another orgasm before Fred
and George quickly removed their swollen and pulsing hot cocks from her tight
holes.
‘Let’s
not disappoint this slut… Just make sure the camera gets as many shots as
possible’ Fred groaned after pulling out of McGonagall and stroking his cock
off. McGonagall got off the boys’ desk and onto her knees where the twins
pumped their respective shafts for a few more seconds until the need for
release finally overcame them.
‘Mmmmmm…
Unngghhhh…. FUCK!’ they grunted in sync as both twins pumped a healthy sized
load of warm cum all over their Transfiguration professor’s face. To their joy,
McGonagall had thrown on her glasses and was smiling up at both of them as they
pasted her happy face.
McGonagall
was a little overwhelmed at how much cum she was getting pasted with and
although she enjoyed the salty sweet taste of the twins’ sticky seed, there was
just too much to handle in one mouthful.
‘Whew…
That was good!’ George groaned after firing off one last stream onto their
professor’s cheek.
Before
McGonagall could even thank the twins for their creamy loads and start fucking
them again, Fred had picked up his wand.
‘Stupefy!’
Fred shouted, pointing his wand at McGonagall before she could reach out to
keep jacking off George’s softening cock. If he hadn’t stunned her, McGonagall
would have simply continued to fuck them for hours and hours until the perfume
they had used on her finally wore itself out. Needless to say, the twins had
things to do and another classroom of students would be arriving within a few
minutes. Fred and George got dressed, packed up their camera and carried
McGonagall’s limp cum-covered naked body over to the nearest closet. There
would be questions to her whereabouts, but as long as they didn’t find her
unconscious naked body, the twins were confident everybody would assume she had
fallen ill. When McGonagall woke up from being stunned, the effects of the
potion would most likely have abated. She would be disoriented and confused but
the twins were quite sure that she wouldn’t report what had happened to her in
order to maintain her rigid appearance in front of both the staff and students.
‘She
is going to be pissed when she sees these pictures in the calendar!’ George
murmured to his brother as they walked down the hallway towards the staircase.
‘It
was still worth it!’ the said together after a few moments, laughing together
as they dreamed about the kind of coin Professor Minerva McGonagall was about
to make them.