Chapter 2

"Alright everyone, playtime is over," Tom's magically amplified voice boomed through the room. "Let's get cleaned up. Quidditch players back in here for the meeting."

Harry turned his gaze in the direction of Tom's voice. Sweat dripped off his face onto Rachel's breasts. He'd recharged his dick five or maybe it had been six or seven times in the last half-hour. His back ached and his arms trembled from his libidinous labors. He vaguely remembered Rachel calling out his name a couple of times, but he had been lost in the joy of his first fuck.

Harry felt something tapping his arm. He looked down to see Rachel pushing lightly at his forearms, urging him to climb off her porn star body. "Time to go," she said.

"Oh, yeah," said Harry. With a protest from his aching body, he climbed off the divan.

"That was some hot fuck, Harry," she said. Her voice was level but Harry could see the laughter in her eyes. He hoped that he hadn't made an ass of himself. He wanted to ask Rachel about his performance, but she was already headed for the queue that was forming outside the door to the locker room. He sat down heavily onto the divan, deciding to rest for a minute as the room emptied.

"Hi, Harry," said a soft voice from his rear.

Harry turned to see a pair of sculpted thighs. His eyes traveled upward across flawless skin to a flat tummy. Then he beheld a pair of full, perky breasts overlaid by a cascade of thick red hair. At the sight of all that red hair, Harry's eyes jumped up to the face of Jenny Weasley. "Jenny," he said, thoroughly shocked, "what are you doing here?"

She giggled and pointed at Harry's red, drooping cock. "Apparently, the same thing as you," she said in a tone that dared him to accuse her of anything.

Harry couldn't keep his eyes off Jenny's body. "But, but how?" he asked. He didn't dare mention it, but this wasn't the body he'd seen through the keyhole back at the Weasley home.

Jenny knew exactly what he was talking about. "Isn't it great?" she said as she spun around, giving Harry a glimpse of a spectacular, heart-shaped ass. "I especially love these," she said as she cupped her breasts with her hands. "The girls showed me how make over my body with different spells."

Harry glanced over at the girls still in the queue. He had to admit that there didn't seem to be a blemish or a displaced fat molecule on or in any of the feminine bodies. Just then, Harry saw Angus McKrewl come up behind Jenny and put his arms around her waist. "Hello, Potter," he said dryly.

"Hello," said Harry, but then he turned his attention back to Jenny. "Your brothers and parents would have dying fits if they saw you like this."

Jenny opened her mouth to say something, but Angus spoke first. "It's none of your business, Potter. She's with me."

"Well, she's my friend and I say she's too young to be in here," said Harry, raising his voice.

"She's old enough to enjoy a hard cock in her quim," fired back Angus.

Harry leapt up from the divan in a rage. "You Slytherin scum," hissed Harry. His wand had never left his hand throughout the evening, and now he began to raise it toward Angus' face.

Jenny grabbed Harry's arm and managed to squirm out of Angus' embrace at the same time. Thrusting Harry's arm back down to his side, Jenny said to him, "I came here of my own free will, and I'll make love to whomever I please." She whirled on Angus and put a finger in his face, "Harry's my friend and he's just looking out for me." She shivered in disgust and stalked off, literally showing the two boys her backside.

The next day, Harry paid the price for his night before. There were consequences to forcing his dick to so many orgasms in such a short period of time. His cock looked as if someone had given it a few whacks with a rubber mallet. It ached with every step he took, the shriveled, sickly red thing looked and felt inflamed every time he took it out to pee. He vowed to take things more slowly the next time, if there was a next time.

Traveling to America by train didn't seem the least odd to the witches and wizards of Hogwarts. The Hogwarts Express had been reconfigured into a series of Pullman type cars so that the students and teachers would have somewhere to sleep when they arrived in the states. Of course the cars were divided into boy's cars and girl's cars, but during the day the sexes were allowed to mingle. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Jenny were sitting in the boy's compartment when the train pulled out. Instead of going to London however, the train took a branch and pulled into a tunnel.

"We should be there in about three hours," said Hermione who, naturally, had researched everything about their trip.

"Why can't we just pop over there?" said Ron, looking at the inky darkness outside the window.

"The train's too big," said Hermione, "besides, it's convenient for us to have it to sleep in."

"I suppose," said Ron. He unlatched the window next to his seat and lowered it. Although the train was vibrating and swaying as it always did when it moved at speed, there was no rush of wind through the open window.

"That's weird," said Ron. He put his hand out the window. It disappeared up to the wrist as if dipped into a vat of black oil. Suddenly, Ron clutched at his forearm with his free hand and screamed in pain. There was a horrible grimace of agony on his face.

"Ron!" Hermione screeched. Jenny clamped her hands over her mouth, and Harry scrabbled for his wand.

"What's the problem?" asked Ron as he calmly pulled his undamaged hand back into the compartment.

"Oh, Ron," said an exasperated Jenny. She'd seen entirely too many jokes like that from her brothers.

"You nearly scared me to death," said Hermione. She gave him a shot to the shoulder that left Ron wincing in real pain.

"Good one, Ron," said Harry, clearly amused.

Hermione huffed, "Come on Ron, it's time we took a walk about the train." She and Ron were proctors. It was their job to keep an eye on the other students. Rubbing at his sore shoulder, Ron followed her out the compartment door.

An awkward silence filled the small space. Harry hadn't spoken to Jenny since she had told him off about Angus that night. "Jenny," he began hesitantly, "I'm sorry if I made you mad about... you know... at the team meeting. I just..."

"It's alright, Harry. I knew what I was doing, but Angus did turn out to be a real ass. I broke up with him," she said quietly.

"Oh," said Harry.

"He seemed so nice for a while, but in the end I was just a convenient pussy for him when no one else was around," she said.

"Well, it's his loss if he didn't appreciate you," said Harry.

She gave Harry a look that said thanks for trying to console her. "You know, I heard something funny about Angus."

"What's that?" he asked.

"A friend of mine said that he was bragging to one of those Slythern whores that he was going to get rich betting on the quidditch match."

Harry frowned and said, "I guess you could make some money that way, but I think it would be hard to find anyone willing to bet on the Americans."

"Oh no," Jenny said, "he was the one betting on the Americans."

"Really?" said Harry in surprise. "Why would anyone bet with him against his own team? It doesn't make sense."

"Well, I don't think that he was doing the actual betting. I think Malfoy and his cronies were doing it," Jenny said. "And I think they were getting really good odds too, like eight, nine and ten to one."

Harry thought for a minute and then shook his head. "I still don't see it," he said. "I suppose he could play badly and try to throw the match, but substitutions will be allowed. I'm sure Tom, he's the team captain, or Madam Hooch would just bring him out of the match if he was really screwing up."

Jenny could only shrug. "They must be up to something," she said.

There was a tap on the compartment door and then it slid open to reveal Tom Smith. "Hi Harry, Jenny" he said. "We're going to have a meeting of the team in a few minutes, just come down to my compartment."

"The whole team, in your compartment?" asked Harry.

"You'll see," said Tom with a wink.

"Well," said Harry uncomfortably when Tom left. "I guess I'd better see what this is about."

"It couldn't take long; you'll be packed in there like sardines," said Jenny.

"Yeah," agreed Harry. He left his compartment and made his way down the car to Tom's. When he entered, Harry was surprised to find the place empty except for Tom.

"Just keep moving on into the bathroom," said Tom.

"Huh?" said Harry.

"You'll see," said Tom with a laugh. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder and steered him toward the bathroom door.

Harry had that walking through a mist sensation as he entered the tiny room. He blinked his eyes, and then abruptly he was somewhere else. It was as if he was standing in the hidden dressing room back at Hogwarts, although he could still feel the vibration and sway of the train.

"Hi, Harry," someone said from a corner of the room. Harry turned and saw one of the team members undressing. "One more bit of fun before the match," he said.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Harry. He could feel his dick swelling at the thought of this unexpected but pleasant surprise. He undressed and then went through the routine of tapping on the side of the cubicle with his wand and entering into the room beyond. For a few seconds he wondered at the powerful magic that must be involved to pull this off, but then he was distracted by the sights, sounds and smells of his fellow students screwing away on the various pieces of furniture.

Harry was quickly aware that he was a single in a room full of couples. He tried to be nonchalant as he walked toward the refreshment table. He couldn't help but notice a threesome on a nearby couch. It was Roger Queen, one of the senior beaters, and two girls. Roger was a pudgy guy with a sad, round face and entirely too much body hair. He hardly seemed to be the type to hold the attention of two beautiful girls, but that was certainly the case. Roger was on his back with one of the girls riding his cock, while the other divided her attention between her two partners. The girl being fucked had a look of amazement on her face. Her mouth was stretched wide and her eyes stared unseeing into the distance. Harry realized that she was having some sort of incredible orgasm. It went on and on until the girl collapsed on top of Roger, gasping for air. Immediately, the other girl began to pull her partner off Roger. It looked as if she couldn't wait to hop onto Roger's cock.

"Oh, Harry," squealed a voice from Harry's rear.

Harry turned to see three naked girls jiggling across the room in his direction. Even for a horny teen boy blinded by hormones these girls didn't look quite right. They had gone too far with the body sculpting business. Their inflated breasts were rounded into balloon like appendages that bounced with each step. They each had the same shade of blonde hair which was too evenly colored. Without highlights, their identically cut tresses looked like plastic wigs. Even their lips hadn't escaped the magical touch; they were entirely too full.

The shortest of the girls took Harry's arm. "Hi Harry," she said seductively. "Are you here with anyone?"

"Uh, no," Harry said, sounding uncertain if he should admit it.

The next tallest girl took his other arm. She smiled at him with brilliantly white teeth. The tallest of the three boldly grabbed his dick and stuck her tongue down his throat. Harry found himself being led to a nearby group of rugs and pillows that had been tossed on the floor. He was hustled onto his back, and the shortest girl immediately straddled his hips. She stuffed his stiff dick into her surprisingly wet pussy. Immediately, she began to bang her groin against his with a purpose. Harry turned his head to see the other two girls kissing and fondling one another. That reminded him of Hermione and Jenny going at it back at the Weasley home. The memory was simply too vivid and Harry popped his wad in a rush of cum.

"Oooo... that's it," said the girl and in a second she was off his cock. Without hesitation, her wand appeared in her hand and she was incanting the rejuvenation spell over Harry's slightly wilted dick. He didn't even have time to react to that invasion of his privacy before the tallest girl climbed aboard. She was even more enthusiastic than the first girl. Harry wondered if her globular tits might not snap off given the way they jerked up and down on her chest. He didn't have much time to ponder that question because she also had one very tight snatch. In less than two minutes she had Harry shooting off more strings of hot boy juice.

He pretty much expected the changing of the guard this time, and the girls didn't disappoint. He had a new hard-on and another partner in short order. Well, thought Harry, if all they want to do is to milk the cum out of me, then I'll just lean back and enjoy it. So that's what he did. As the middle-sized girl rode his cock, he relaxed as much as he could under the circumstances, and watched as the shortest girl buried her face between the tallest girl's legs. She and Harry had practically simultaneous orgasms. And just like that the girls disappeared, leaving Harry sweaty and with a limp dick draped over his leg.

"What the hell was that all about?" he murmured as he staggered to his feet. He was suddenly very thirsty so he once again headed for the refreshment table. As he approached, he saw Roger Queen standing at the table. He was munching on a sandwich and he smiled at Harry as he came near.