3. The Taming of Harry Potter

Chapter Three: The Taming of Harry Potter

Two more days. Two more days and I am out of this hell hole. Two more days and I will never have to look at Uncle Vernon's fat, red arse of a face. Two more days. Two more days and I can tell them all to bugger off. Two more days and I will never have to step foot in this blasted house ever again.

It had become Harry's mantra from the first day of the summer holiday. Thirty-six days and I will never have to spend another hour at 4 Fucking Privet Drive. A countdown to freedom. The only thing that had kept him from going crazy this summer was he had stumbled across one of Dudley's magazines in the bathroom that they shared.

One morning as Harry silently chanted "thirty-three days" to himself he stopped short in front of the closed bathroom door.

"Oy, Dudders, give someone else a go, would you?" Harry was peeved. He'd been there three days and managed to secure the bathroom only twice. Aunt Petunia didn't like Harry using the guest bathroom downstairs and they had already gotten into two screaming rows when it was either that or wet himself. Yelling at Aunt Petunia felt infinitely better.

When his cousin neglected to answer, Harry put his ear to the door. All he heard were some odd thumping sounds, heavy breathing and unintelligible whispers. He raised his fist and pounded on the door.

"Go...away," Dudley forced out with seemingly great effort.

His curiosity peaked, Harry glued his ear to the door once more. "I'm not going anywhere Duddy-kins," Harry sing-songed. "Watcha doin' in there?"

The thumps came faster for a few seconds and Dudley grunted and swore. Harry heard him zipping his pants and quickly stepped back before his corpulent cousin steamrolled through the door and shoved past him. Too grateful to finally have the chance to relieve his bladder, Harry shut and locked the door without his usual commentary.

He stood in front of the toilet undoing his buttons and pulling himself out almost simultaneously. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he listened to the water hit the bowl. Feeling more relaxed, he looked down to shake off the last few drops and tuck himself back into his jeans, when he saw the magazine sticking out from behind the tank.

Harry tugged on the magazine and it fell into his hands. Staring at him from the front cover was a woman, stark naked, and holding two of the most enormous knockers he had ever seen in each hand. Okay, so they were the only knockers he had ever actually seen. He leaned against the sink and slowly leafed through the pages.

When he shook himself from his stupor, he realized he was staring at a gorgeous redhead with curls down to her naked bum, knockers the size of small watermelons and one hand playing in the curls between her thighs. Only then did he notice the tightness between his own legs. Rolling up the magazine tightly, he tucked it into the waistband of his jeans and went back to his room.

Harry double locked his door with the chain and flopped onto his bed to have a better look at Dudley's magazine. Suddenly, he understood why his cousin was spending so much time in the bathroom. Harry look down at the bulge that had formed at the front of his pants and rolled onto his stomach.

After a few minutes of aimless page turning he was finding it difficult to stay still. Harry had his share of wet dreams in the past but never really discovered the true art of jerking off. As his hips bucked into the bed he turned the page to an extraordinarily detailed cartoon of a woman licking a man's dick like a lollipop. Five frames later her face was covered in cum. That was all it took. Harry yelped as he came right in his pants.

He rolled over as Dudley busted the chain on the door.

"Gimme my magazine," his cousin grunted as he pulled Harry off the bed. When Dudley saw the wet spot on the front of Harry's jeans, he dropped him on the floor.

"Geez, tossin' in yer pants like a baby. Gimme that," Dudley grabbed the magazine from Harry's bed. "Leave it in the bathroom next time. I'll put some more educational stuff in there for you." He stomped out leaving Harry to deal with his mess.

Harry thought Dudley was making fun of him until he found some new magazines hidden behind the tank a couple days later. One had very detailed pictures of men jerking off, alone and together. At first Harry was a little put off but then he realized these guys weren't into doing anything more involved.

Some of the pictures caught his eye and he had to admit that he wanted to find out if any of them really worked. He went over to the sink and propped up a layout of the redhead completely starkers and in various positions.

Harry unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor with his underwear. Resting his hand against the porcelain sink he imitated one of the photos in the "more educational" magazine and slipped his half erect penis into his fist. Slowly he began to slide in and out, fucking his hand while eyeing the photos of the girl.

Apparently, the technique worked fairly well. Harry found himself daydreaming that he was nursing on those glorious knockers while the girl jacked him off. As his thrusts came faster he imagined the girl kneeling before him and licking his pole with her tongue...wrapping her lips around the tip...taking him into her mouth...suddenly he exploded all over his hand and the edge of the sink. His hips jerked against his fist as the spasms shook his body. Yup, that definitely worked.

Dudley started banging on the door as he washed his hands from the sticky mess. "Come on, cousin!" he shouted. "It's my turn!"

The rest of the summer followed in suit. Dudley and Harry reached some sort of unspoken form of pseudo-camaraderie, working in tandem to keep Aunt Petunia blissfully unaware of their secret stash. Dudley had even given Harry the issue featuring the buxom redhead as well as the more educational issue saying Harry had more need of it than he did.

As he packed his trunk to leave for the Burrow, he carefully tucked the two magazines between two pairs of jeans. He was looking forward to sharing them with Ron. They certainly weren't as impressive as the moving wizard mags but he was sure Ron would appreciate them nonetheless.

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Harry borrowed Mrs. Figg's fireplace to floo to the Burrow. She tousled his hair fondly, making small talk and asking questions about how he was faring this summer. He blushed and stammered as he realized his foray into self-pleasure was the sole reason he fared so well, and he was not about to share that little fact with her.

Mrs. Weasley greeted Harry with a bear hug as she squeezed him uncomfortably to her matronly bosom. He returned the affection wholeheartedly. Then there was Ron and George and Fred who all pumped his hand eagerly and Hermione who came running into his arms from the staircase, the force of it spinning him around.

And when he finally came to a stop and sat Hermione back on her feet, Harry looked up to see a beautiful redhead staring back at him with large doe-like eyes. For a split second his mind flashed to the redhead in his hidden magazine until he realized it was Ginny. She stood confident and tall alongside her brothers and he found that not only had she grown in height over the summer but had also blossomed in all the places that really counted in his mind.

"Ginny?" Harry's surprise registered in his smile. All of a sudden he felt inexplicably shy. He just stood there stunned, staring at her as if he had never seen her before in his life.

Luckily, Ginny wasn't shy at all. She walked right up to Harry and placed a small but resolute kiss on his cheek. "Hi, Harry," she breathed in his ear as she stepped back and allowed her brothers to drag him upstairs. Harry spared one last glance back to see Hermione and Ginny grinning at each other.

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After dinner the boys went upstairs to Ron's bedroom while Ginny and Hermione retreated to the younger girl's smaller but more private room.

"I want to show you something," Ginny whispered to Hermione. They could hear the boys laughing and ribbing each other through the walls. Ginny pulled out something that looked very much like an Extendable Ear.

"Fred gave me this. It's a prototype. The boys call them Elongating Eyes. It works along the same lines as the Extendable Ears except it allows you to see instead of hear."

Hermione was duly impressed. "Do you think we can try it out?" she asked. "We should peak in on the boys. They're up to something, I know they are. They've been whispering among themselves since they came down to dinner."

Ginny nodded. "I know. I bet it's something really fun, too. I'm feeling a bit left out."

"Only a bit?" Hermione teased. She knew her friend had her eyes on Harry and here her brothers were monopolizing precious time.

"Oh, come on, 'Mione, what about you? You must be going into withdrawal by now."

It was true. Hermione had spent the last week glued to Ron's side...not to mention other parts of him as well. She hadn't been apart from him this long since she arrived.

"All right, then," Hermione pushed her friend to the door. "Go on, send in the Eye."

The eye soundlessly slipped underneath the boys' door. They could hear no sound but could see everything clearly. Four shirtless boys were huddled around something in the middle of Ron's bed. Occasionally a shriek of pleasure and laughter could be heard through the walls.

"Can you make the thing go farther without being seen?" Hermione whispered in Ginny's ear.

"That's the beauty of it. It has a built in Disillusionment Charm," Ginny grinned as she sent the eye in farther to see what the boys were looking at. It crawled between Fred and George and brought all four boys' faces into clear view.

Their eyes were wide and they were practically salivating as they flipped a page of what looked like a book. Then the twins fell over each other and once again they heard guffaws of laughter through the walls.

"They're not reading a book, are they?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

Ginny shook her head. "That's no book, 'Mione. Look."

She adjusted the view and they saw what the boys had been looking at: a muggle picture of a circle of guys jerking off in front of each other. Then George pulled out a wizard mag with moving photos of naked girls engaged in many different activities. .

"Merlin's balls, did you know that was possible?" Ginny asked incredulously as she looked at the magazine with the boys.

"Do they make magazines like that of wizards? Because if they do..."

"Oh!" Ginny interrupted Hermione, drawing her attention away from the magazine as the Eye looked up in between Fred and George. The wizard mag had been charmed to turn a page every couple minutes, leaving the boys free to enjoy the various sights, and enjoy it they were.

Fred and George were caressing their erections through their shorts and seemed to be encouraging the other two boys to do the same, making gestures toward the magazine of men they had been looking at earlier.

"What I would give to be able to hear what is going on in that room," Hermione groaned, feeling very turned on by the boys' reactions.

"I have an Extendable Ear somewhere," Ginny mumbled, "but there is no way in Hades I am going to miss this to go look for it."

"Mm-mm," Hermione agreed, not being able to tear her eyes from the unfolding scene.

With a turn of another page, the boys lost any modesty they had been hanging on to. Fred and George apparently did not know the meaning of modesty, lending Hermione and Ginny to believe they probably had done something like this before.

The girls watched as the twins double-fisted their erections, one hand going up while the other went down, meeting in the middle. They mirrored each other perfectly even though their sight never wavered from the naked girls gyrating before them.

Ron followed their example, hooking the waistband of his shorts beneath his balls to push them up. Hermione watched as he rubbed the flat of his palm over the head of his cock. She swallowed with great difficulty, feeling the slow burn of the fire between her legs. Ron's other hand gripped his shaft and pulled the skin up and down over his growing hardness. Occasionally the hand skimming the head of his penis would drop below and alternately squeeze and roll his globular sac. His eyes glazed over as he watched a naked witch bend over and finger her arse with one hand while her other hand was busy at her other hole.

Harry was extremely turned on but the girls could tell he was a little nervous at sharing his solo activities with the other boys. He had one hand inside his shorts moving up and down rapidly while he supported his weight with the other hand behind his body.

The page turned and a witch was sucking off a wizard with unadulterated enjoyment. The wizard's face, to the girls' amusement, reflected that of the four boys masturbating over her picture. Her tongue flicked back and forth over the head of the wizard's cock and then she swallowed him whole and sucked in hard all the way up.

Harry's eyes rolled up into his head. The muggle mags had not prepared him for this. Just as the wizard unloaded onto the naked witch's face, Harry pulled his cock free of his shorts in time to release his load onto his stomach. The girls sucked in their breath simultaneously.

"Oh, fuck!" they heard through the wall and watched as Ron succumbed next, gobs of semen shooting from his throbbing cock and landing all over the magazine. He collapsed backwards next to Harry exhausted. The two boys milked the last of their orgasms as they lazily watched the twins finish.

The page turned and some wizard was busy pumping in and out of some witch's arse while another wizard lay beneath her licking her snatch while fucking his own fist. The twins took one look at each other as if this was their cue. They watched as the copulating couple shouted out their orgasms and the wizard below pumped his fist harder, arched his back and discharged his fluid three feet into the air. It was rather impressive.

The twins braced themselves, furiously working their swollen members until they couldn't hold back any longer. The quantity of cum that pulsed out of their cocks rivaled that of the younger boys. Harry and Ron just stared with obvious admiration as the twins took aim and tried to see who could shoot the farthest. Then they collapsed side by side on the bed next to Harry and Ron.

The girls slowly pulled back the Elongating Eye in complete silence. Then they sat and just stared at each other.

"Well," Ginny broke the silence, "at least I won't have any difficulty impressing Harry."

The girls collapsed in fits of laughter.

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Hermione and Ginny were already at the table the next morning when the boys came down for breakfast.

Ginny winked at Fred and George and quipped, "Sleep well, boys?"

Fred and George looked at each other and back to Ginny, easily reading between the lines. They affected proud big-brotherly looks as if they had taught her everything she knew. They were impressed that she found a use for the Elongating Eye so quickly.

"Quite well, thank you," George bowed to his sister and winked back. "How about you girls? We hope nothing disturbed your peaceful slumber."

"I wouldn't exactly say 'disturbed,'" Hermione replied around a mouthful of her breakfast. To tell the truth, she had been perfectly randy after watching the boys. She had brought herself to orgasm three times under the sheets before she could fall asleep. Even then, she had kept having dreams of the boys wanking in various rooms of the house and having ejaculating contests. She had awoken in a right state.

Harry and Ron sat across from the girls oblivious to the fact that the girls had seen the previous night's activities. They dug into their breakfast like they hadn't eaten for a week. Ron smiled disarmingly at Hermione and she melted instantly in her seat.

Determined that Ron would not leave the breakfast table without being fully aware of her intentions, she let her toes travel up his leg, nestle between his thighs and nudge his balls. He swallowed his food with some difficulty as he tried to pretend nothing was happening. Hermione let the arch of her foot come to rest along his length and felt it slowly get hard as she gently pressed and released.

Ginny knew what her friend was doing beneath the table and was getting turned on knowing her brother had a hard-on. She looked at Harry and discovered he had been staring at her. Giving a little smile, she brought a spoonful of porridge to her mouth and let her tongue lick around the edge of the spoon before slowly slipping the mouthful between her lips. She watched Harry's reaction as she let her tongue gather the bit that remained at the corner of her mouth. He looked as if he was about to cum at that very moment.

Harry came to his senses and quickly excused himself from the table. Fred and George, who had been watching the show, nudged their heads in Harry's direction, urging Ginny to follow him. Ginny finished her breakfast quickly making a comment about needing a shower before going to Diagon Alley that afternoon.

Ginny tiptoed up the steps until she reached the closed bathroom door. She knew Harry was inside and she had a pretty fair idea what he was up to. Quietly releasing the lock from the outside, she opened the door. Sure enough, Harry had slumped to his knees on the floor and his hand was gliding up and down his rigid cock. His eyes were closed and he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even notice Ginny was there.

She knelt in front of him and quickly took advantage of his downstroke, sliding her mouth over his erection until her lips hit the base.

Harry cried out as his freed hands gripped handfuls of her hair. He plunged into her tight, hot mouth again and again, feeling her tongue glide along the underside and swirl around the head on every upstroke. He pushed in and hit the back of her throat and nearly sobbed when she swallowed around him. The sensation was overwhelming. His head swam with incoherent thoughts as he became the willing recipient of his first blow job.

Ginny gripped Harry's cock between her lips and rocked her tongue against him as she swallowed him to the hilt. His balls tightened beneath her fingers as she slowly let him out. She felt the slight retraction in his muscles that warned he was close to letting go. She sucked him hard fully into her mouth as he lost all control and came violently against the back of her throat. His sweet cum ejaculated over her tongue and she swallowed his seed in great gulps as he brought his hands over his face and murmured incomprehensibly behind his fingers.

Straightening up, she pried his hands away from his face. Tears streaked down his cheeks and he looked at her in disbelief. Ginny placed both hands on either side of his face and pulled him to her, kissing the delicious lips of the boy she had desired for so many years.

Harry devoured her lips hungrily, probing his tongue against her lips. She invited him into her mouth and tangled her tongue with his, letting him taste the distinct flavor of his own cum. He sobbed and broke away, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Ginny. Ginny. Ginny," Harry whispered into her golden strawberry curls. He breathed in her scent as they knelt holding each other on the bathroom floor, never wanting to let her go. She held on tight running her hands over his broad back as he calmed beneath her touch.

When he was once again breathing normally Ginny pulled him to his feet, straightened out his clothes and guided him to her bedroom. They lay down on her bed together and Harry snuggled tightly against her full breasts, nuzzling them through her shirt. Ginny undid the top button, encouraging Harry to continue.

When he had her shirt open, all that covered her breasts was a thin film of black lace. He grazed her nipples through the fabric with his teeth until Ginny released the front clasp revealing two magnificently round globes with dusty pink peaks. Harry buried his face in them, sucking on each nipple in turn, marveling at how they turned hard beneath his tongue.

"Ginny," he pleaded, "show me what to do. I want to make you feel good."

Ginny took one of Harry's hands and brought it between her legs under her skirt. He felt her mound through the damp material and looked into her eyes for approval. She lifted her hips and he removed her matching black lace underwear. She spread her knees a little more and directed his hand to the nub of her pleasure.

Harry lifted her skirt and watched as his circling thumb caused the nub to swell. Ginny's face and chest flushed pink and her breathing quickened beneath his touch. She pinched one of her nipples and twisted it hard as he continued to give her the pleasure she craved below.

Taking his other hand, she forced one of his fingers into her aching cunt, showing him how to massage her from the inside. He pulled and twisted and pumped his hand into her as his other hand never ceased its circling.

His eyes clouded as he realized how much more beautiful Ginny was when she was on the brink of an orgasm. And then all of a sudden her muscles clenched around his finger and her hot juices gushed over his hand. She screamed his name as she came and his cock jumped in response to her call. Kneeling in front of her, he undid his pants, let out his erection and placed it where his finger had been.

"Please, Harry. Please," was all Ginny could say, and he sunk into her still throbbing hole. He waited for a second as he adjusted to the tightness and then pushed in the rest of the way feeling something break against him deep inside. He almost pulled out thinking he had broken her.

Instead, Ginny held him tight against her and said, "No, it's all right Harry. That's supposed to happen the first time."

Realizing that she was as much a virgin as he was, he kissed her deeply, distracting her from the discomfort he caused the only way he knew how. Slowly he began to move within her. When he felt her breathing becoming irregular he picked up the pace, plunging in and out of her wet hole, reveling in this brand new sensation.

"Ginny," he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to come again." He could feel the pressure building.

Between labored breaths she urged him on. "Fuck me harder, Harry. I'm almost there."

He slammed into her harder and longer and within a couple strokes her orgasm hit, squeezing his cock so violently that he came instantly, shoving into her as deep as he could. He jerked wildly into her a few more times as their orgasms subsided and collapsed to the side, completely worn.

Harry held Ginny tight, kissing her neck up to her earlobe, letting his fingers play lazily over her nipples. His heart felt like it was about to burst at any moment. It took a few minutes before he realized what the feeling actually was.

He propped himself up on an elbow and looked into her eyes, searching for something somewhere deep inside.

Ginny smiled up at him lovingly and asked, "What is it, Harry?"

He smiled back at her, having found the answer he wanted. "I love you, Ginny Weasley," he whispered as his eyes started to water.

"Oh, Harry," Ginny whispered as a single tear rolled into her hair, "I love you, too."

THE END