IT'S OFFICIAL! FREE USE LAWS EXTENDED BEYOND HOGWARTS!
By Rita Skeeter
Dear reader, not to toot my own horn - and no, I am not, in fact, a seer - but what yours truly has long predicted has finally come to pass! This morning, Minister Fudge announced that, after its successful implementation at Hogwarts, Free Use Law will now extend throughout all of wizarding Britain.
As you all know, the discovery of the founder's lost charter has transformed life at Hogwarts. From many reports, I can attest to the fact that the school has become an almost interminable orgy of free use sex amongst students and teachers.
Now, in what can be considered phase two of the plan, the Minister and the Wizengamot have moved in concert to extend these laws throughout the entire nation.
The law divides witches into four groups:
Underage witches: Are not to be touched until they reach the age at which they can be sorted by the Sorting Cock.
Free Use Witches: Those who have been deemed free use at Hogwarts may be used by any adult wizard, regardless of that wizard's former Hogwarts house.
Married Witches: Are the sole property of their husband, who may do with them as he pleases.
Unwed/Widowed/Divorced: Are to be sorted by the Sorting Cock by a date no later than the 25th of October. There will be two possible outcomes to this sorting: a) House Potter, b) Free Use.
If the 25th of October seems like a peculiar date to you, it is because it's the day prior to the very first Hogsmeade weekend under this free use regime. Needless to say, i-
That draft of Rita's article lay abandoned, ink having long since dried, leaving her perilously close to missing her deadline. But she had a much bigger scoop on her hands.
After all, what was bigger news than mister Sorting Cock himself waltzing into the Three Broomsticks and getting a jump start on those sortings?
Rita had to pat herself on the back for choosing to write her article here instead of at her apartment. She had been the only one here when the Headmistress had walked in with young Mr. Potter in tow.
"Oh! Oh yes! Yes! Fuck my pussy raw! Yes!"
Rita wished she could have been first to experience the sorting cock, but the boy had made a beeline for Rosmerta the barmaid, and before Rita had had a chance to plead her case, he had her laid over a table, her massive tits spilling out as he slammed his cock into her tight quim.
Rita rubbed her thighs together. She would have to wait her turn. But, she was nothing if not an expert at turning inconveniences into opportunities.
…Mr. Potter's cock is quite a sight to behold. Impressively large and thick and incredibly adept at making even mature witches scream like stuffed pigs.
His very first sorting is Rosmerta, Hogsmeade's infamous barmaid. She is of course a shoo-in to be Free Use, being a lewd woman with far too large breasts, an ass that jiggles uncontrollably each time Mr. Potter drives his cock home and a soaked cunt that squelches and spews cloying juices down onto her hairy minge-
Rita was forced to drop the quill once more as the scene before her became far too intense. Rosmerta, who's bush was most certainly not well-trimmed, had turned her body sideways as Potter squeezed one of her tits. She showed a surprising amount of flexibility as one of her legs pointed skyward, leaning against Potter's shoulder while she stood on her tip toes with the other.
"Your tits feel so good!" Harry said as he kneaded the bouncing knockers.
"I teased so many boys with them over the years! And now, you're the first to actually feel them!"
That made Harry rut harder against her, his balls slapping against Rosmerta's thigh as her pussy continued to drool uncontrollably.
Harry's eyes began to glow, and the disembodied voice finally spoke up.
"POTTER!"
"What?!" Rita screamed incredulously. She would have to start her article from scratch now!
"Ooooooh!" Rosmerta came for the fifth time as the choker wrapped around her throat, marking her as Harry's personal property. Harry continued to fuck her, in search of his own release, when McGonagall spoke up.
"Mr. Potter, we are on a limited timeline."
"Oh, sorry Professor." Harry said as he pulled out of her cunt with more than a little bit of hesitation. He'd really wanted to creampie his sexy, buxom sextoy.
"Nothing to fear, Mr. Potter. You'll now get to enjoy the main course." Rita said with confidence as she ripped off her clothes.
Harry was a bit skeptical at first, but he soon realized he needed to separate Rita Skeeter's infuriating, irritating public persona from the grade-A piece of cuntmeat that she was.
Not that he still didn't prefer Rosmerta, but as Rita stood completely nude, save for the trademark glasses, he was very much looking forward to sorting her.
Big, firm tits and a shapely ass were on full display as Rita sat at the edge of one of the tables, spreading her legs wide as she began to tease her shaved, dripping cunt in invitation.
"Yes, that's right boy, come to Rita. Let me show you a real good time."
Minerva and Rosmerta rolled their eyes as Harry stalked up to Rita. He grabbed her by the waist as he inched his cock forward. Rita arched her back confidently, already coming up with the juiciest headline for her readers.
Boy-Who-Lived Not All He's Cocked Up To Be? Exclusive Insight On Th- Aaaaaaaaaa!"
Harry slammed home into her as he sucked one of her tits into his mouth. The witch's eyes crossed as she was mercilessly fucked by the biggest piece of cockmeat she had ever felt in her life.
She desperately tried to regain her train of thought, a jumbled mess of words springing to her mind.
"GODLY!", "BITCH-BREAKER!", "BOY-WHO-FUCKED-ME-SILLY!"
Rita gave up. She gave up on editorializing this situation and simply let this godly cock rip her pussy in two.
Harry hugged Rita's mature body close to him as he fucked her and sucked on her tits, alternating between them as his hands sank into her jiggling flesh. Glancing up, he had to admit the faces she was making were quite sexy as her blonde curls bounced all around.
He still hadn't cum when he felt the power overtake him. "POTTER!"
"YES!" Rita screeched in pure ecstasy, thinking about all the articles she would write glorifying this magnificent cock that she was now creaming all over.
"Lets move along now, Mr. Potter, you have a busy day ahead of you." McGonagall insisted.
…
Harry had a very busy few hours of sorting at the Ministry. He ran into Sirius and Amelia Bones, who had just eloped and promised Harry there would be a very lavish wedding ceremony during the winter holidays.
He went through the unmarried ministry employees, all of whom ended up becoming free use, something which their coworkers appreciated greatly. There had been one hiccup when he'd been supposed to sort Dolores Umbridge, a repulsive toad of a woman that had caused his cock to wilt completely for the first time since the school year began. Mercifully, the sorting cock had taken over before she'd had a chance to remove her clothes and sorted her into free use, though It didn't seem likely that she would see much action.
Now that he had gone through the entire Ministry, he still had a few more sortings to get through in the evening.
"This will be your portkey." McGonagall handed him a pair of lace knickers that had been soaked through in female juices.
"Don't I need more?" Harry asked, knowing he had to make quite a few stops.
"It is multiuse, Mr. Potter. It will send you to each successive stop and then deposit you back at Hogwarts. All you need to do to activate it is say the password."
"And what's the password?"
"Creampie."
"Cr-"
Harry felt the hook tug at his navel as the portkey activated. He let out a little yelp as his feet left the ground and the world began to spin.
One nauseating journey later, and Harry had landed on the marble flooring of a grandiose pureblood manor.
"Oh my! You're here!" Called a delicate voice
"Hello." Harry smiled, and then his cock went rock hard as he saw her.
She was the picture of pureblood elegance. In her sheer nightgown, she looked as if she had been carved out of marble. Her breasts looked like they had been painstakingly sculpted onto her chest, perky and surprisingly hefty with no sag at all. Her stomach was flat and creamy smooth, flaring out into sinful hips and slender, unblemished legs.
Yes, Anastasia Greengrass was one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever seen, and her sapphire blue eyes were positively hypnotic as she offered him a smile much kinder than anything Daphne had ever been able to muster.
This goddess of a woman actually blushed as she ran her hands down her body. "How do you want me? Should I bend over? Or…?"
Harry shook his head as he closed the distance between them, pulling her down into a burning kiss as he let his hands explore her lewd form.
"Oh my!" She gasped and giggled between kisses as Harry backed her down, one hand squeezing her bum while the other groped at her tit, pinching one of her perfect little pebbles.
"Where is your room?" Harry asked. A woman this fine could only be claimed over the silkiest of sheets, after all.
"Upstairs." She said, nodding towards the grand staircase behind her.
"Eep!"
Despite being shorter, Harry easily managed to scoop her up bridal style. Anastasia wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled.
"My late husband never did this for me." She said, her eyes twinkling as Harry carried her up the stairway. "I know you don't have a say, but I do hope you keep me, Mr. Potter. I know you treat my Daphne well."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Greegrass." Harry couldn't communicate with it, but he knew the ring wouldn't dare let this slice of perfection slip away from him.
They reached the landing and Harry stomped around with a full head of steam. He saw a door which was cracked open, and without a second thought, he marched over.
"Oh no! Wait! That's not my room!" Anastasia helplessly kicked her feet and flared her arms, waflling in Harry's surprisingly strong grip. Harry kicked the door open and stepped in, the view of the bed obscured by Anastasia's body.
"This is my daughter's room!" She said as Harry dumped her on the bed, and that was when Harry saw a lump under the sheets and the angelic face of the sleeping brunette.
"Oh, this is Astoria?" Harry said as he pulled his cock out.
"Yes! And I put her to sleep so she wouldn't try to get sorted! She needs to wait until next year!"
Under the effects of a sleeping drought, Astoria didn't budge as her mother turned around in the bed, intending to get Harry to move to her room, only for the boy to straddle her, slipping his cock under her nightgown and pressing it against her lips.
Anastasia shivered as she felt his turgid meat up against her entrance. Harry pulled down the silky straps of her gown, exposing her perfect tits as he thrust into her cunt.
"OOOOOOH!" Anastasia moaned as Harry's monster cock jammed itself into her pussy. Harry grunted, her cunt feeling virginally tight and velvety soft as his beast of a cock filled it completely.
He'd barely bottomed out in her when his eyes began to glow. "POTTER!"
Anastasia felt a collar wrap around her neck as the boy on top of her began to thrust in and out of her, driving his cock with powerful strokes that made her delicate pussy quiver in pleasure.
Newly-christened as Harry Potter's personal cumdump, Anastasia began to moan loudly, wrapping her legs and arms around him, pressing her tits against his chest as Harry continued to drill into her like an animal.
"M-Mum?" Astoria's eyes fluttered open.
"Oh! Baby!" Anastasia bit her lip as her hands dug into Harry's scalp.
Astoria stared for a moment, needing a second to register the fact that her mother was getting fucked into her mattress by the famous Sorting Cock himself.
"Mum!" Astoria suddenly shot up, sheet slipping down to expose her flat little chest. "Does this mean I do get to be sorted early?"
"Baby! NO-uuuuuuuh!" Anastasia's words turned to gurgles as she was overtaken by a toe-curling orgams. Harry kept her pinned to the bed as his balls contracted and his cock began to force several large glugs of semen into her cunt.
"I wanna go! I wanna go!" Astoria begged as she tugged at Harry's arm even as the boy ground his crotch against her mother.
"T-Tory!" Anastasia's back arched hard as her body tensed up completely, her womb filling with Harry's seed. "Y-You need to wait!"
Harry turned his head and the eager young Greengrass forced her mouth onto his, slipping her tongue past his lips.
Harry was taken aback, but it didn't take long for him to reciprocate, his hand sliding up to tweak her hard little nipples. As they gave into the kiss, Harry pulled out of Anastasia, his cock still hard and ready.
He sat down on the bed and Astoria climbed onto his lap. As her mother watched on helplessly, the ten year old grabbed onto his cock and guided it to her virgin pussy.
Harry wasn't sure what the consequences of an early sorting would be, but he damn sure knew where Daphne's younger sister was going.
Astoria let out an ear-splitting scream as she impaled herself on his cock. Harry's girth popped right through her cherry and filled her little cunt up, ramming her cervix and squishing it up against her womb.
"POTTER!"
Astoria's cheer came out half-choked as the collar wrapped around her slender neck.
"Oh baby." Anastasia cooed, both resigned and happy that both her daughters would join her in serving their master.
Astoria's stomach was sporting a grotesque lump where Harry's cock was poking out. Anastasia ran her hand over it as Harry began to move the girl up and down, using her as his pre-teen cocksleeve.
""M-Mum! I-Im!!!"
"Shhh, just let it go, baby, come all over master's dick."
Astoria's tight little cunt wrenched him for all he was worth, and Harry managed another hard thrust that popped his head into her womb before unloading, filling her up with his molten hot seed.
…
After leaving the Greengrasses behind to recover, Harry moved on to his next destination. He'd arrived in a luxurious hotel room. He didn't get any time to introduce himself before he was grabbed and shoved onto the bed.
Apolline Delacour, recently divorced, seemed to prefer making her introductions while riding Harry's cock, grinding him into the mattress as her sexy, voluptuous veela body jiggles and rippled, her large tits dancing pendulously overhead.
"Ah! You will fill our pussies every day! And when we are pregnant you will feed the babies with your seed! That's how you grow nice, powerful veela cocksluts!"
*PLAP*PLAP*PLAP*
She bounced up and down, bringing her heavenly cunt down on his shaft with authority as she continued to share each and every one of her depraved fantasies with Harry.
Even if he'd wanted to, Harry could not reply, because his mouth was occupied.
Unlike Anastasia, Apolline had not had the barest compunction about having her youngest around Harry. No, despite her being considerably younger than Astoria, Gabrielle had been there to greet him, naked as her mother, and now, she was riding his face, grinding her hips back and forth as she fed Harry her cunny.
Harry was gripping her little buttcheeks as his tongue penetrated her cunt, lapping away at her sweet juices as the girl moaned, hunching over him as she gyrated her hips. Gabrielle was muttering breathlessly in French. Harry couldn't understand a word, but it was making his cock stiffen that much more inside of Apolline's cunt.
"Merde!" Apolline cursed after one particularly powerful bounce sent Harry's cock so deep that it rattled her pussy. At that moment, Harry's eyes glazed over, and his muffled words caused two separate reactions.
For Gabrielle, the powerful vibrations that suddenly thundered up her cunt triggered her most powerful orgasm yet, sending the little girl into a tailspin as she collapsed over Harry's face, her body twitching uncontrollably.
For Apolline, it created a collar around her neck. She grasped it with both hands, gasping with excitement as she was claimed by her master, and that sent her into overdrive.
For the first time, Harry wasn't the one doing the fucking, he was being fucked . Apolline moved like a madwoman, thrashing up and down on his cock with force that would have shattered a weaker man's pelvis. She cut her allure loose and gave Harry the full force of her veela lust.
Harry was dizzy and disoriented as Gabrielle rolled off his face, her little cunny visibly bleating as she took deep, gasping breaths. Apolline's allure wrapped around him as she drove her pussy down onto his cock, and for a moment, Harry thought he'd be overwhelmed.
But the sorting cock was too strong, and it was Apolline who broke first, creaming herself all over Harry's shaft as her pussy wrenched so tightly it would have snapped another man's cock like a twig.
Instead, Harry's cock fought back, swelling against the older veela's snatch, the edge of his helmet pinching a very special nerve that made Apolline unravel.
" MEEEEERDEEEEE!" Apolline melted around her master's cock, eyes rolling back as her pussy spasmed violently. Only then did Harry allow himself to cum, exploding inside her veela pussy.
Apolline's cunt sucked up Harry's seed, actively causing it to shoot up his shaft faster and then greedily drinking it down and pulling it into her womb.
After breeding the mature veela, Harry felt supercharged. He pushed Apolline off and groped around blindly until he caught hold of one of Gabrielle's luntilm
" Oui! Oui! Fuck her! Fuck her hard!" Apolline encouraged even as her body was still in the throes of an orgasmherm
Gabrielle twisted around until she was on her back. She lifted her legs up onto Harry's shoulders as the boy knelt forward and smacked his cock hard onto her wet little cunt.
Gabrielle's pale little face was flushed as her blonde hair fanned out around her. Her toes gripped his shoulders as she braced. She was so young, and Harry's cock so comically huge that it almost looked like it dwarfed her completely.
Harry hesitated for a moment, and then, all on their own, her pussy lips flared out and wrapped around his head, trying to lead him into her virgin little cunt.
"We're all just human fleshlights here to serve you, master." Apolline whispered into his ear as she nudged his hips forward slightly, pressing his cock against her entrance. "Fuck her, take her little pussy and make her yours."
" 'Arry, f-fuck me, sil te plait."
That was all the encouragement he needed. Harry thrust forward, and he speared his too big cock into Gabrielle's too tight cunt.
It was the tightest, hottest little vice he'd ever felt, and yet it swallowed up inch after inch of his cock, even past the point where his length should have been reaching her stomach. Gabrielle's little veela pussy adjusted, deathly tight but always accommodating to his length.
She earned her collar just as Harry's hefty balls slapped against her little bum. Not holding himself back, Harry began to fuck her in earnest. Gabrielle's innocent little face flushed as her cute lips let out the lewdest of moans and curses in French.
Gabby clung to him, her hands around his wrists as Harry showed her no mercy, slamming in and out of her with loud, fleshy smacks. Her feet dug into his shoulders as her pussy bravely absorbed his pounding until she let out a high-pitched squeal.
When she came, her pussy wrenched around Harry's cock like a hot, soaked towel. Harry drove deeper into her, fucking her little brains out as her entire body exploded in orgasm.