Harry Potter And The Freedom of Use: Platform 9 3/4

After dallying with Narcissa Malfoy and Katie Bell—albeit very enjoyably—Harry rushed through getting his school supplies. He was already adopting a student’s mindset. After deciding to take advantage of the Hogwarts Express’s delay to do his shopping, he wouldn’t let that trip be wasted by having to once more resign himself to shopping at Hogsmeade.

He made his way down the shopping list in record time, then traveled by floo to a friend’s house which was nearly on top of Kings’ Cross station. After exchanging pleasantries with Rupert Ruddlewich and fending off an invitation to tea, Harry considered how far he had come since his first trip to Platform 9 and ¾, when he’d had no one to explain to him how he could even board the train, save for a chance encounter with the Weasley clan. 

Now he was the hero of the entire Wizarding World, and not just for some twist of fate. He’d made his own friends, defeated his own enemies, and earned a thousand times over the place he’d once thought had been given to him by some cosmic mistake. It made it impossible to gripe about returning to Hogwarts. The whole thing felt like a victory lap.

Harry was in such high spirits that his enthusiasm couldn’t be dampened even by finding out that his hurry had been in vain. The train had still not arrived. Those who had not returned home or left on other errands were sprawled all about the station, making it look more like the world’s biggest slumber party than anything tangentially related to movement. The cats were all napping, the owls were hooting with the serene lowness of the night, and the frogs were ribbiting with the same tranquility. Harry had to suppress a yawn. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was the stroke of midnight.

Then he saw Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, two Gryffindors who had graduated before him. They were showing their maturity as well. Angelina had on a jersey that clung to her large, well-rounded breasts, while Alicia wore a blouse that was open above her cleavage and knotted below her tits to leave her midriff bare. They both wore skintight jeans. Neither of them had lost the tall, toned physiques that made them such exceptional Quidditch players and they had deep tans that struck him as fittingly outdoorsy. Alicia had a creamy mocha tone to her skin which went well with her exceedingly dark hair, while Angelina had an almost shining bronze luster that matched her dirty blonde locks. 

“Angelina? Alicia?” Harry called to them. They both turned to give him receptive smiles as he strolled up to him. “What are you two doing here?”

“Don’t know—hard time saying goodbye to the old place round this time of year,” Alicia said.

“Speak for yourself,” Angelina told her. “I’m just here to drop off my cousin. I didn’t know it was going to take all day.”

“Course,” Alicia said, “it’s well worth it to see you again.”

“Yeah. Crazy to think we got out before all the madness.”

“Not all the madness,” Harry pointed out, remembering some of the craziness that had happened in his earlier years at Hogwarts. “Care to sit down?”

“Round here?” Alicia asked. “The benches practically have a waiting list.”

Harry only smiled at them. “Follow me,” he said.

He didn’t particularly like using his celebrity, but for a pair of old friends… the first bench he went to, he explained that his friends were dead on their feet and would love to sit down. Just a little flip of his hair and they saw his scar. The bench cleared like it was covered in ants. Harry sat down in the middle, Alicia and Angelina to either side of him.

“Well,” he said, “that was easy.”

“If only you were two years older,” Angelina said. “It would’ve been such fun doing the full seven years with you.”

“I’m here now,” Harry pointed out. “There’s no reason we can’t keep in touch. In fact, I’d like to touch you right now, if both of you wouldn’t mind being treated like high-class whores, bought and paid for.”

They gave him polite smiles, as if he had offered to buy a round of drinks and while flattered, they were slightly too tired to be enthusiastic about it. “It’ll be sort of like the celebration for all those Quidditch wins we never quite had,” Alicia said.

“Plus cheering our old friend on as he wins another cup,” Angelina added. 

Harry put his arms around both girls. They snuggled against him. Angelina put a hand on his thigh, apparently just to steady herself, but Harry was off to the races. He kissed her, and as soon as he did, her mouth opened and her tongue met his. He didn’t forget about Alicia, though, no matter how good it felt to have his tongue against Angelina’s, and so he unzipped his fly. Seeing the undone zipper, Alicia obligingly put her hand inside and worked his cock out into the open. The very feel of the open air, let alone Alicia’s fingers, sent tingling currents through his growing erection.

Harry pulled away from Angelina and went to Alicia, giving her his tongue to be eagerly accepted. She sucked it into her own mouth while keeping a firm grip on his cock. Angelina was left patiently waiting, staring at the two of them as if she’d been cut in front of while waiting in a long line. Harry felt her put her hand on his thigh, just below his groin, her fingers digging into the firm muscle there. It kept him from forgetting about her either, no matter how thoroughly he explored Alicia’s mouth.

As he kissed her, he cupped her face in his hands, then ran one hand down her throat to her breasts. His fingers slid over the slope of the firm teat until they reached her erect nipple. He twisted it through her blouse, with Alicia letting out a slight pained sound. Then, still kissing her, he reached around Angelina’s body to get at one of her tits. But, reaching around her back like he was, he couldn’t quite get his hand around her breast and squeeze it like he wanted to. It was a problem Harry hadn’t considered in having a threesome. He tried to content himself with squeezing Alicia’s tit, feeling the flesh of her breast spring up and push between his fingers as he groped her harder and harder.

But contentment wasn’t in Harry’s nature—not with two nubile bodies to feel and kiss and fuck. He wanted their clothes off. He wanted his cock in at least one of those cunts. No matter what the complications, he was determined to fuck both of them. A heady variety of options boggled his mind as he considered all the ways he could have the two of them at once.

He’d spent enough time on Alicia; the slight feel he’d gotten of Angelina’s breast was too tempting to be ignored. He released Alicia and kissed Angelina instead, wrapping one hand around her back to play with her taut buttocks for the first time, while his other hand pressed against her chest and molded itself to a heaving tit. Alicia pushed her body against his back, letting him feel her pointy nipples through his shirt, and she kissed his neck as he kissed Angelina. Harry felt his cock swell until he was surprised it didn’t burst. And tonguing one woman while having another rubbing herself against him was just for starters, Harry realized. He was going to have a lot of fun before he was finished breeding this pair.

Harry let go of Angelina’s breast, but only long enough to bring his hand under her jersey, sliding it up the bare skin, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh which reached its apex at her ample breast. His fingers went around its roundness, his thumb laying on her nipple as he pushed her breast upward—he loved to feel the heft of her tit in his hand.

Alicia bit his ear, breathing hotly into it, her hand grasping his manhood from behind his body. She dutifully began shucking her hand up and down his erection, knowing it would please him, while watching him kiss and fondle Angelina as if wondering whether he would do the same to her.

Harry took his tongue from Angelina’s mouth and turned to face Alicia—she thrust her mouth against his, pressing her tongue between his lips, as if trying to capture the taste of Angelina while it was still on his tongue. Harry wondered just how close the female Quidditch players really were. Somehow, it turned him on even more, thinking of them being together and him mating them, leaving the couple with one or more of his children to raise. At the moment, he was so hard, he could easily see himself fucking twins into the both of them.

Alicia quickly took his mind off the matter though, her fingers tightening on his hard member. Harry gasped as he felt it, taking a hand off Angelina’s ass and moving it into Alicia’s blouse, massaging her breasts. Feeling the difference between the two girls’ breasts was a shocking reminder that he had two sets of female flesh to play with—one bigger, one smaller, one soft and relenting, one firm and resisting, but both with nipples hard to the touch.

That was, until Angelina pulled away from him. Harry looked curiously away from Alicia to see Angelina standing in front of the bench, reaching down to the bottom of her jersey, and pulling it up over her head. Her gorgeous breasts fell free of the restrictive garment, almost as good to look at as they had been to feel. So Harry kept looking at her, even as he felt up Alicia. He saw Angelina unbutton her jeans, then stoop to skin them down her legs, her breasts swaying underneath her as she tugged them off her feet. She straightened, her breasts jiggling into pert place on her chest, seeming to show herself off for Harry before bending down again to drag off her panties. Harry could barely pay attention to Alicia with Angelina’s little striptease going on.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Harry observed. “Be a dear and take my clothes off too?”

Naked, Angelina obeyed, leaning down again to undo Harry’s belt buckle. It was a view of her that Harry was becoming quite fond of. While she tugged at his pants, Alicia stopped kissing him and took hold of his underwear. Harry leaned back, lifting his hips so that Angelina could pull down his pants and Alicia could strip him of his boxers. Now naked, Harry luxuriated in having the two girls stare at him, regarding his erection with a flicker of fear as they realized they would have to take such a large force inside them. Harry’s lips twitched with amusement as they visibly fortified themselves for the pain of being penetrated by him. 

“Now help Alicia take her clothes off,” Harry said. And even though he had two beautiful women to do it for him, he couldn’t help but jerking off his own turgid erection as he watched Angelina strip Alicia naked. They glanced fearfully at his manhood as it grew even larger with his thundering masturbation. It was all Harry could do not to come as his eyes moved from one naked body to the other. He forced himself to stop jerking off, instead ripping his shirt from his chest.

“You did a very good job, Angelina,” Harry said. “You get to go first.”

He pointed to his manhood. Angelina threw herself down on her knees at Harry’s feet, her face hovering over his cock, regarding it with the patient intensity of any good Chaser, focused entirely on doing a winning job as she took it in her hands and stroked it professionally.

“Now it’s your turn, Alicia. Why don’t you come here and let me have another feel of those nice big tits of yours?”

Alicia nodded seriously, as intent as her fellow Chaser, determined not to let her ‘team’ of the three of them down. She straddled Harry’s lap, just above where Angelina was dutifully tending to his erection, and crushed her breasts against Harry’s bare chest. They kissed so hard that Alicia’s lipstick was smeared across her mouth.

The soft warmth of Alicia’s breasts, plush like pillows against Harry’s chest, did its part to thrill Harry. But God, the way Angelina was stroking his prick. He felt her shuffle closer on her knees, her own tits pressing against his naked thigh. He couldn’t see what she was doing with Alicia on top of him, but just the anticipation of feeling her warm mouth around his cockhead was nearly better than having her stroking him off. He could feel her breath burning against his throbbing knob already…

Then more hands were down at his groin, stirring the hair of his sensitive thighs. Harry knew it was Alicia touching him—something about the way she took his balls between her fingers. He could only hope Angelina and she would properly share once he was getting sucked.

But hands and tits and mouths weren’t enough for him. Harry reached down between his body and Alicia’s, briefly noting the toned muscle that felt so keenly different to the feel he’d gotten of Angelina’s smooth belly, and then he was at Alicia’s pubis, even more impossibly smooth. Harry grinned to himself. Alicia must’ve cast a spell to shorn herself of her pubic curls. The slutty little gesture was both amusing and appealing to him.

Alicia spread her thighs obligingly for his hand, letting him feel the warm juices that ran to prepare her cunt for the sizable intrusion he had planned. He moved his fingers along her tender slit, feeling as well how sensitive her cunt was—then he drove his middle finger inside it, as though to prepare her for the impalement to come. Though given the size of his manhood, he wondered if it wouldn’t come off as more of a cruel joke when she felt how his member dwarfed his slender finger.

Even more ironic was that just as Harry felt the sweltering tightness of Alicia’s pussy with his finger, his cock felt the even hotter tightness of Angelina’s mouth engulfing it. Holding his knob just inside her lips, she swiped her tongue all around it with a dexterity Harry could only wish his finger had inside of Alicia.

Harry was still kissing Alicia, pleasure steaming out of his flaring nostrils as if there were too much to fit in his body. She squirmed impassively around his twitching finger in her cunt, dutifully receiving more when he gave them to her, while Harry’s hips writhed against Angelina’s face, feeding more of his cock into her throat.

Harry was getting to be quite the expert on blowjobs and he could tell that Angelina was one hell of a cocksucker. With her face wore a deceptively glazed, even bored look of studiousness, her tongue slid under his glans, swirled around his collar, and bathed his helmet in her slathering saliva—he could only gasp as his cock reached its full potential. As much as he hated to lose the use of his cock to softness, he couldn’t help it. The sensation was too good not to cum into.

He ripped his mouth from Alicia’s, locking his arms around her and hugging her to his chest as he babbled out his mounting ecstasy. “Yes, Angelina, that’s really good! I’m so close! Just a few more inches down my cock… unhh, you give head so good! Your throat’s goddamn tight… but it can still fit all of my prick! You’re making me… nnh… don’t stop, don’t stop… I’m gonna come, it’s good, keep, yeah, keep—rrrgh!”

With a savage punch of his hips that nearly bucked Alicia off his body, he thrust his cock deep into Angelina’s throat, slamming her face against his stomach as a huge pouring of cum was sent to her belly. Angelina gagged as his monstrous cock rushed to the back of her throat, then was unable to breathe all together as his already engorged shaft swelled and pulsed against the confines of her throat. She pulled at Harry’s grip, trying to get free, as he poured his seed into her. 

Harry pulled right back, both hands around the back of Angelina’s head and not letting her move an inch as he pumped more and more cum through her throat. He wrapped his legs around her neck and rocked his hips into her face, fucking her throat like it was actually meant to take anything near the size of his cock.

“Gkk! Grk! Gkk!” she mouthed around his prick in a panicked mumble, trying to speak while having his cum forced down her throat.

The noise of Harry’s orgasmic cries and the sounds of Angelina’s distress gathered attention from some of the would-be passengers camped out around the station, but none saw any reason to intervene. Even Alicia only looked on curiously as Angelina’s flushed face was stuffed with semen, perhaps wondering if she would do any better stomaching such a load, or how long Angelina’s lips would taste of the massive quantity of cum Harry was spilling inside them.

Finally, Harry was drained. He let go of Angelina, but she hadn’t the strength to free herself either, her lips slack around the member lodged inside them. Harry gestured feebly to Alicia.

“Help her out, will you? She’s a pretty good cocksucker, but I guess I had just too much cock for her to suck.”

Seeming a little put out, Alicia reached down and hauled Angelina away from Harry’s lap until finally his cockhead emerged out from between her lips. His prick hung, half-hard, between his thighs, as substantial as ever, but not as vertical as it had been before. Angelina’s mouth was awash with cum, her face stained with tears and runny mascara, perfectly complimenting the semen that ran down her chin as her lips haplessly hung open, letting out some of the seed that puffed out her cheeks. Angelina had swallowed a great deal—Harry had felt her throat pitch as it gulped around his erection—but plenty managed to fall from her mouth and whiten her chest and belly, especially as Alicia patted Angelina on the back, helping her clear her throat to breathe once more.

“Would you like to try some of my cum?” Harry asked Alicia, quite rhetorically. “It seems Angelina has some to spare.”

The two women kissed, Angelina still out of it, moaning in some instinctive response to the softness and affection Alicia offered, while Alicia seemed to sigh passionately. Harry wondered if she was enjoying Angelina’s mouth as much as he had or if she was simply drawn to the taste of cum that had to have totally replaced Angelina’s own flavor by now. 

Like some johnny-come-lately compared to his own rushing orgasm, Harry heard the Hogwarts Express squeal to a stop as it arrived. There were the beginnings of a stampede as the eager passengers started crowding the doors, barely able to wait for them to be thrown open. Harry stood, his body parting Angelina and Alicia from their kiss and its rising passion. He realized belatedly that he hadn’t come in either one of their pussies—perhaps that left one way for the two to kiss that didn’t taste of him—and so the natural Quidditch prodigy that any combination of their genes would no doubt be was not in the offing for now. Harry made a note to himself to visit the two of them at the earliest opportunity, either together or separately. 

But there was one thing he could do for them before his trip. “Here,” he said, taking Alicia’s hair in hand. He rubbed his gummy cock all over her face, smearing the excess cum across her features and even into her hair. He did a thorough job—whereas Angelina was presentable from above her upper lip, Alicia was completely covered in the evidence of the threesome, to the point where it was impossible to tell where her face shone with cum and where with saliva.

“There,” Harry said, “now you match.”

They stood, gathering their discarded clothes in their arms. Angelina coughed. “Better help my cousin find his seat. He’d lose his head if it weren’t tied on.”

“I’ll go with you,” Alicia said, wiping some cum out of her eye. “Love to see the old train one last time.”

“You go on ahead,” Harry told them. “I’d better get dressed.”

Angelina swallowed down the cum that had been stuck in her throat. “If you insist,” she said.

And, too pressed for time to dress themselves when they had to both board and disembark the train before its departure, they walked away utterly naked, no doubt filling every male who saw them with the desire to fuck them. And equally doubtless, thanks to the masks of cum dripping off their faces, was the fact that at least one man had done so.

Harry smiled to himself as he dressed. ‘At least.’ He wondered how many would guess that all that cum was from just one man… one man who hadn’t had time for more, he told himself, as his cock still throbbed heartily, signaling its willingness to resume its former hardness at the first available opportunity.

He wondered what other old friends he would run into.