The Warthog's express stood hissing at the platform nine and three-quarters of King Cross station as if straining at the leash, wanting to be set free, to thunder along the steel ribbons delivering its cargo of students to the academy of wizardly and witchcraft.
Most of the students had boarded the train, ready for the Halloween term. Among those still milling around was Warthog's star pupil, Barry Potter and his friend Ron Weasel. Barry was whispering in his ear, Ron's eyes widened as he listened to what Barry had to say.
"You must be joking. Your spell will turn any girl into a nymphomaniac?"
"Any girl at all," replied Barry. "And it can be arranged that she has no memory of being fucked after we are finished with her."
"Wow! Do you intend using it?"
"Of course. We could have some fun on the trip to Warthogs."
"Wow!. Who should we use? That red-head in..."
Barry interrupted him, "I thought Harmony."
Ron's eyes blinked, the grin left his face. "Hang on Barry, Harmony and I have been getting close the last term."
"Have you touched her tits?"
"Well...no."
"That means you haven't had your hand up her skirt and she hasn't given you a wank. You're not that close."
"She's not that kind of girl. She's well brought up."
"With my spell she will be any kind of girl you want her to be. This is your chance, Ron. You can feel her tits, Ron. She could give you a blow job, Ron. You can stick your cock in her, Ron and fuck her, Ron."
"Wow!"
It had taken some time for Barry Potter to find the spell that would open his father's note books of spells and charms. The one detailing sex magic had proved particularly difficult but the effort had been worthwhile. As far as he knew he was the only one who possessed the incantations and wand movements that produced the desired effect.
Barry had tried a spell on his uncle and aunty and their fat slug of a son. He had watched with increasing delight the son fucking his mother on the lounge carpet and then the father sodomising the son, causing him some pain. He had been tempted to leave the memory of the incest intact but they would realise who was responsible. Instead they were left with sperm oozing out of orifices, wondering how it got there.
Having sworn Ron to secrecy they boarded the train and entered the compartment. Harmony peered over the text book she was reading, [Being a muggle she felt duty bound to study harder than any other student]. "Hi guys. Looking forward to the new term?" Her large, slightly myopic, eyes smiled.
"Certainly are," replied Ron as they sat opposite her. They exchanged a few words before the express gave a little jerk and started to roll on its journey. Harmony raised her book to her eyes and continued with her reading. She wore her skirts shorter these days, a couple of inches above her knees. Her uncrossed legs were shapely with slim ankles. Barry waited until students stopped moving about. Some glanced into their compartment but moved on, leaving the three of them with their privacy.
The train had reached the suburbs of London before Weasel saw Barry slip his hand inside his jacket and withdraw his wand and point it at Harmony. The movements were too rapid for Ron Weasel to follow let alone memorise. He heard Barry mutter under his breath.
What he didn't catch was the incantation, "Inhibitios Departo." He watched Barry tap his own genitals and mutter, "Penis expando." He felt Barry's wand tap his own groin. For a few seconds nothing happened, then he was aware of his cock growing longer, thicker and stronger. He watch amazed as he just kept growing and growing. A full nine inches lay obvious down his trouser leg, Barry was the same.
Harmony's eyes scanned the text of the, 'Book of Advanced Potions' When she felt a little tingling on her nipples, it felt pleasant. She glanced down at her small breasts and saw they were pushing out the material of her dress. The tingling spread from nipples to areolas and spread through her swellings. She felt the same tingle start in her vagina, spread to her inner labia, her outer labia, she gave a little gasp and crossed her legs as it reached her clit. She looked over her book, her two closest friends were watching her closely. She needed them desperately. She put the book down and leaned to one side, placing one foot on the seat her legs wide apart. She saw the eyes of her friends drop to her lemon panties and the growing damp patch. Her eyes widened when she saw their erections, her tongue ran along her bottom lip.
The boys watched her licking her lips as she looked at them with hooded eyes, a small smile on her face. Her hands started to squeeze her own tits and playing with the nipples. With a grunt of impatience she unbuttoned her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders. Her hands went behind her back and unfastened the clasp of her bra which she placed on the seat beside her. The boys watched her close her large eyes and kneading her breasts, playing with her pink nipples. Barry raised his wand and made a circular motion. Harmony opened her eyes as she felt her breasts grow to a decent mouthful. The wand did another circular motion, her breasts grew to a decent handful, a little squashy with the tips up-tilted.
"Barry Potter, what have you done to me?" There was a giggle in her voice.
" Advanced the development of your tits to your twenty-first birthday, Harmony, but left the rest of your body at the age you are now."
Her tingling was becoming intense and had spread to every inch of her skin but going deep into her very being. Her eyes flicked between the two boys enjoying there lustful stares, occasionally dropping to the lumps in their trousers. As she watched, Barry slid down his zip and pulled out a magnificent penis, so thick and long. He pulled out his balls, they were huge and looked ready to burst. She couldn't hazard a guess how much juice they contained. Ron Weasel's quickly followed. She couldn't chose between them, but perhaps Ron edged it because she had been attracted to him for some time. They were stroking them, stretching the skin. Huge purple glands shone as if polished. Her hand slipped into her panties, watching the boys' eyes follow her action. She groaned as her finger touched her clit.
Ron watched her fingers in disbelief as they moved in her pink wetness. Harmony and he had grown closer in the last term, they had even kissed. She had an aloof nature, bordering on the snobbish, this display was exciting tempered with a little disquiet that Barry was also witnessing her actions. He quickly dispelled his jealousy. He could have stopped it on the King's Cross platform but didn't.
"Don't just...sit there...you two,...help me," Harmony ordered through gritted teeth. They moved over and sat on either side of her. Her dress and panties were removed hurriedly. They held her legs up, pulling them apart. They peered down at her pubic hair and vulva that glinted with wetness in the sunlight. It was the first time either boy had had the chance to study a pussy outside of muggle magazines. This wasn't any pussy, it was the aloof Harmony's pussy and all the more facinating for them to see.
Barry's finger softly touched Harmony's clit, exploring its length and hardness. She gave a little gasp and her pelvis jerked. Ron's forefinger slipped easily into her lubricated vagina, pushing in up to the knuckle. A quite groan issued from her husky throat. Her arms went over the shoulders of her helpers, her head went back, wide eyes staring as the carriage ceiling as she gave their administrations her full concentration. Barry's finger stroked along her clitoris, sometimes holding it and pushing back the hood.