Harry Potter And The Freedom of Use: 4 Privet Drive

It had been quite a summer.

Since Voldemort’s defeat, the Ministry of Magic had declared—among the sundry other actions it had taken to remove the Deatheaters’ influence—that the school year at Hogwarts would be repeated. Harry would be taking his seventh year as a nineteen-year-old. On top of that, they had declared a state of emergency. With so many now killed or imprisoned after the war, the wizarding world’s population was dangerously dwindling, and so they had created Progenitors for the first time in twenty-five years.

Progenitors—as Harry discovered, breathlessly reading from a worn old paperback he’d bought that was dedicated to the phenomenon—were exceptionally powerful wizards, so pureblooded that it was considered impossible for their bloodline to produce a squib. As such, they had permission to mate with any witch they wanted to, at any time, in the hopes of breeding increased numbers. 

Harry was, of course, shocked to have been chosen. The last Progenitor selected had been Albus Dumbledore, though for some reason he had never exercised his right. But the more Harry thought about it and read about it, the more sense it made, at least on a personal level. He’d been cheated out of so many aspects of a normal life that he might as well accept more crazy happenstances, but for his benefit this time. He imagined all the witches he could now sleep with, just by asking, and felt an erection burgeoning between his legs. 

Thankfully, the Dursleys weren’t at home—Harry’d had plenty to do in the post-war recovery, but he’d finally managed to get around to officially moving out of Privet Drive, going back only to sleep one last time and collect the possessions he couldn’t transport before. During the school year, he’d have time to find his own place to live. But for now—

His hand slid down to his cock. It was thickening and lengthening, frisky, ready for action. He put his fingers around the bulge and squeezed. It felt good and he smiled to himself in the darkness of the bedroom. He’d found time to misplace his virginity with some help from Ginny, so he knew how good it could feel. He wanted to get back into bed with her and feel her smooth thighs around him as he thrust into her, her hot juices flowing from her cunt, just for him. 

“Harry!” a familiar voice breathed, and he opened his eyes to see Ginny standing before him as if summoned up by his thoughts.

At eighteen, Ginny Weasley had grown into an incredible beauty. Her pale, creamy skin threw the vibrant crimson of her red hair into sharp relief, as it did the jeweled freckles he now knew accented her entire body. Her clothing showed off a figure that couldn’t be concealed anyway—she wore jeans that might have been painted on, revealing even the slight mound of her pubic region, as well as the small, yet well-rounded ass that complimented her sizable, sweetly curved breasts. They were held inside a belly shirt, though that was a misnomer, as not only did her top show off her long, lean abdomen, taut skin over soft flesh, but it was abbreviated to the very tips of her breasts, showing the lower reaches of their contours hanging out for all the world to see. 

In the relief over Voldemort’s defeat, Harry’d heard that there’d been an increase in lustfulness comparable to the Baby Boom in America after WW2, and with what Ginny wore now, he could well believe it.

In fact, this was starting to seem like a prime occasion to try out his new status.

“I just came here to pick you up for the ride to Kings’ Station,” Ginny said, flushed with embarrassment. “I guess you’re a little busy.”

“Yeah, Ginny, I was. I was going to have a perfectly fine orgasm and you messed it up. But since you’re here, I might as well use you as a cum dumpster. Why don’t you strip?”

Ginny’s eyebrows rose in surprise, hearing him speak to her that way, but she quickly accepted it. The ancient magic cast on every Progenitor made his request seem absolutely normal—no stranger than asking her what time it was. Ginny still obviously had mixed feelings about doing her duty, as she looked away while disrobing for him. That was alright—Harry had little interest in her eyes at the moment.

He could now see her full breasts with their pink pale nipples, a pure milky white from just below her areolas all the way to the coppery hair of her pubic mound, revealed as she yanked her jeans down. To Harry’s relief, her pubic hair was very neatly trimmed, only a small notch of color continuing the delicious ginger accents that ran across her body. 

“Very nice,” Harry said. “I can tell just by looking at you that you have a tight cunt. Why don’t you pump my cock a bit to get it ready for you? I’ll need to be nice and hard to get into a tiny little pussy like yours.”

“Are you sure we have time for that?” Ginny asked, clearly feeling self-conscious. “Maybe later—“

“No, I’d like to fuck you like the whore that you are right now,” Harry said coolly, getting a bit of a thrill over how Ginny shuddered at being described that way. A jolt ran through his manhood as well, and that more than anything else seemed to convince Ginny to finally unzip him, take him out, and start stroking. 

With his cock twitching in her hand, she squeezed and rubbed it, lifting Harry to an outrageous level of excitement. He reached out to massage one of Ginny’s breasts, finding the flesh pliant and willing. Then he gave it a slap. Ginny let out a short, muttered “Ow!” and Harry grinned. He pinched her nipple as well, twisting it slightly to the left and to the right, watching the discomfort contort Ginny’s placid smile. She was trying to keep up a poker face, but the little pangs he was inflicting on her were obviously making it difficult. 

“So, Ginny, what do we need for school this year?” he asked her, wondering how far his new magic went. If it were anything like the book said, this would be like carrying on a normal conversation with her. 

And it was. Almost. 

Ginny took a moment to answer, distracted by having his hand painfully twisting and clenching at her nipple. In her confusion, she didn’t even seem to notice how big his cock was getting, how it was taking her stroking hand twelve inches to cover it all…

“Aaa… A puh-plain black work robe—at least one—a plain point, pointed hat—one pair of wuh-work gloves… please, Harry, that hurts. Can’t you just fuck me already? I’m all ready to take your cum, I promise.”

“Yeah, I’d say you are,” Harry agreed, standing. He kissed Ginny, pressing his body against hers, wetting his thigh with the wetness from her cunt. His tongue visited her mouth, feeling it tremble as she moaned, though he doubted it was in pleasure. She merely seemed surprised by the sheer roughness of his kiss, even a little pained by it. 

He reached behind her, patting his hand possessively on her bare back, then sliding it down to her ass. It was by no means flat, but it couldn’t really compare to the succulent size of her breasts. Still, her buttocks were springy and loose, wonderful to grab, to squeeze, and taking his fingers easily as they sank deep into her supple flesh. The tighter he grasped her asscheeks, the more his fingertips crept into the valley between them.

“You’re grabbing me pretty hard, Harry,” Ginny said plaintively.

“Your fat ass can take it,” he retorted. “What else?”

“A winter cloak, black with s-s-silver fastenings…” Ginny broke off, feeling Harry’s fingertips sliding against the skin right between her buttocks, the curve that led up to her anus. 

With his other hand, Harry gave her a sharp slap on the ass. Ginny bit her lip and blushed. Harry could tell she hadn’t been spanked since she was a child, and she certainly wasn’t a child now.

“Keep going,” he told her.

“And the usual. Wand—cauldron—hnn—phials—tuh-telescope—brass…” Ginny cringed as Harry squeezed her ass particularly hard, almost like he was kneading bread dough. She had to take a moment to gather herself as Harry held his grip, not letting the pain relent. The flesh of her ass felt so damn good in his hand. “Brass scales,” she continued, though her eyes were still shut, her expression hissing with discomfort. “And a familiar.”

Harry’s middle finger was right on Ginny’s asshole, tapping on it, circling it, giving her every indication he meant to penetrate her there. “What about books?”

“I don’t… it’s hard to remember.”

Harry reached down under her ass, between her thighs, grabbing her pussy from behind. He squeezed it roughly, grinding his palm into it to find it warm and wet for him. “Then think hard,” he gritted out.

“The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7, by Miranda Goshawk…”

Harry ran his fingers along her sex, using thumb and forefinger to spread her open. Then he reached into it with his pointer finger. Ginny’s mouth dropped open; her eyes widened. She keened in distress. Clearly she was unfamiliar and uncomfortable with being entered in this manner. Harry apparently hadn’t broken her in the last time. He would have to do better now.

“Charms In Color by Augustine Codde… Expert Application of Transfiguration by Timothy Foxglove.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, would you put me in your cunt? I’m full of cum that’s just waiting to be inside you.” 

Still holding onto his cock, Ginny shoved it down between her thighs. When Harry felt his cockhead throbbing against the knuckles of the hand he had holding Ginny open, he moved his hand out of the way just as he pushed himself into her, her cuntlips spreading over his glans and closing around his shaft. 

As he pressed deeper into her, he gripped her ass again, squeezing it until his fingers reached her anus once more. Ginny let out a choking noise—she was trying to back away slightly from his penetration, but she stopped when his finger pressed firmly into her asshole on the other side. Then she quaked, gritting her teeth, and as Harry held himself inside Ginny’s rippling cunt, he wondered what it would be like to fuck her ass.

He pushed his finger harder into her anus. It gave way, opening under his fingertip.

“Hhhh!” Ginny gasped. “Harry!”

“Your asshole feels great,” Harry observed. “I’d like it around my cock, if you don’t mind too much.”

“That’d be fine!” Ginny groaned, though she was clearly still in exquisite discomfort just from having his slender finger up her ass. “But—please—can you let me get it wet first? It’ll go in much easier that way.”

“Alright,” Harry said, pulling out of her, both ass and cunt. Ginny gasped with relief as she was freed from taking his cock, though a note of panic entered her eyes as she remembered she would have to take it again, in the much smaller space of her ass. 

Harry laid back on his bed, his cock standing up at the ready. “I’m ready anytime you’d like to get down here and slobber all over my dick.”

He watched her sink to her knees, her naked chest hovering over his thighs as she looked down at the upright pillar of his manhood. After a moment’s indecision, Ginny seemed to decide how best to approach it, and she lowered her head until she was mere inches away from his pounding knob. He could feel her warm breath grazing his scrotum with every second she hesitated and her long red hair brushing against his knees. She gripped his lengthy manhood tightly in her hands, holding it up to her mouth. With another dip of her head, her warm pink tongue was darting over his glans, flicking lightly at his precum-seeping tip.

“Shiiittt,” Harry moaned, pumping his hips involuntarily upward, into the warm moistness of Ginny’s glistening lips. Feeling them go down his length was like having hot butter melt all over him. 

He reached down and tangled his fingers in Ginny’s hair, guiding her in bobbing up and down on his cock. Under the rhythm he forced her to keep, his thick endowment sank deep into her mouth, straining her wetly gleaming lips and grinding into the wet saliva in back of her throat. Harry groaned and jammed his feet against the floor, getting the leverage to rock his groin up into Ginny’s mouth, gagging her every other second with the steady rhythm of his cock’s invasion. For all she gurgled on it, Harry never let Ginny relinquish his prick; an inch or so of it was always inside her lips.

“Yes!” Harry grunted as her glossy lips tightened around his helmet, her tongue swirling heatedly around the thrumming potency of his glans. “That’s good, Ginny. But just so you know, I’ll be expecting you to swallow pretty soon.”

Ginny tried to respond, but her response was lost in his cock endlessly thrusting through her mouth. “Gkk… Harr—gkk… gkk… Harry!”

He pulled her down hard around his cock, this time not pushing into her throat, but between her teeth, so his cock was protruding out into her cheek, tenting it strongly to the side. Harry grinned at the sight. She looked good with her mouth stuffed with cock, her cheek distended by half of his towering erection, like she was a fish that’d just been hooked. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she looked down with some disbelief at the base of Harry’s thick cock, inches of it leading to her mouth, and inches more pushing her cheek aside.

“I liked when you licked my cock, remember?” he asked her gently. “Keep doing that. You’ll get me off real soon, and the sooner I come, the sooner we can go to Platform 9 3/4.”

Her eyes downcast, her mien weary, Ginny started making nerve-tingling licks on his shaft while he held her down on it, his cock still uncomfortably stretching out her cheek. His knob throbbed and jerked with her tongue caressing it, as though his heart was pumping blood directly into it. Harry lowered his head, looking down to watch closely as she worked, one hand holding her firmly in place and the other reaching under her chest to fondle her swaying breasts. 

“Grk—grk—grk,” Ginny gulped, trying to suck down the mixture of precum and saliva that was filling her mouth, but much of it was drooling out of her, pooling over Harry’s lap. He didn’t mind, but he was getting bored with feeling something as loose as Ginny’s cheek against his cockhead. 

Grabbing her head with both hands, he redirected her so she was dead center on his shaft, then made a hard thrust into her throat. “GUK!” she choked as almost all of his engorged length disappeared, the whitely glistening hilt seeming to hold open her widely stretched lips. She sucked, frantically pulling at the cum boiling in his balls, her cheeks hollowing and then expanding just as obscenely as they had when he stuck his cock through one. 

He pushed her away from his groin, her lips pulling away from her gums, clinging to his withdrawing manhood as if glued to it. Finally, they popped loose, slick saliva running down Ginny’s chin as he held her up to see her breasts lewdly dancing underneath her, billowing with each frantic breath she took.

“Lick right under the ridge, if you please,” Harry said gaspingly, but with an air of cordiality. “That really makes me feel like I’m about to come all the way down to your intestines.”

“Would you like me to play with your balls too?” Ginny asked, sounding bored, as if she’d resigned herself to being his plaything for as long as he was interested in her. Harry didn’t mind. Why the hell should he care about her pleasure when using her however he wanted felt so goddamn good?

“Would you?” Harry replied politely. “That’d be great, you acting like a bitch in heat for me. And what other books do we need besides Codde and Foxglove?”

With one hand, Ginny massaged his balls with the lightest of touches, her other hand holding his manhood and circling back and forth at its base. “Hickok’s Herbology by Heath Hickok… The Dark Arts And How To Defeat Them by Bethel Beetle…”

Harry pushed down her head, making Ginny lose her next words in a gurgling descent down his shaft. She kept up the pace while barely needing him to guide her anymore, bobbing up and down on the upper half of his cock while giving a handjob to the base and rubbing his balls. She sped up, dropping down his erection until he could feel her silky soft tongue licking at the thick vein on the underside of his cock, trawling all the way up it to flick the tip of her tongue along the cleft underneath his cockhead. It was magical. 

Harry flexed his ass, thrusting his hips up to meet Ginny as she came down to him, until she had to pull her hands away to keep from having them crushed. Then she was just a sex toy Harry was working up and down on his cock, just as he’d been stroking it when Ginny first arrived. 

Harry groaned with effort as he sat up, using Ginny’s hair for leverage—she whimpered in pain—then he hunched over her head in his lap, brushing her hair away from her ear so she could hear him as he kept bouncing her up and down like a basketball.

“Just so you know,” Harry said blithely, forcing her head brutally down to his groin, hammering his hips punishingly up into her face., “I’m going to come in your mouth now. And I’m going to hold you there with my cock all the way down your throat until you swallow every last drop of my cum. Okay? Okay.”

Each time his member speared into her throat, it brought him closer to the climax of the first blowjob he’d ever had, which he knew would likely be the best blowjob he’d ever had for quite some time. He couldn’t wait for that explosion to finally come, and yet, he wanted this sensation to last forever. But he knew he had little choice in the matter. His cum was working its way up his cock like a thermometer reading a rise in temperature. Like it or not, he was going to come.

“Get ready, Ginny!” Harry spat, slamming into her face with all of his strength. “Gonna come, cocksucker, gonna… oh FUCK, I’m—I—unhh!”

His cum shot out of him, smacking into the back of Ginny’s throat, making her choke. She hadn’t been expecting so much. His cum was flowing into her like a dam breaking, splattering all around when it hit her throat. Some went into her sinuses, running out of her nostrils, while even more bloated out her cheeks. She gulped furiously, but it was impossible to take everything he was giving her.

“All of it, bitch!” Harry sputtered, pounding even more of his load into Ginny’s throat, using his cock like a hammer to force it all down. “Remember what I said! Every fucking drop!”

Finally, he was done. Ginny was still swallowing reflexively, but all she brought down was her own saliva. But still, Harry held her down on his half-hard dick.

“Now lick,” Harry said, his voice rough. Blood was trickling from one of Ginny’s nostrils, Harry’s punishing thrusts having nearly knocked her nose out of alignment, but he cared less than nothing, holding her in place with his strong hands as her blood dripped down against his pubes like he’d deflowered her all over again. “Lick.”

Ginny thoroughly licked him clean, until all he could feel over his cock was the fresh saliva she’d lathered it with. Then she pushed it away, leaving Ginny’s mouth crammed with the dregs of his ejaculation. She could barely swallow after the punishment her throat had taken. She reared her head back and let his cum roll down the back of her throat, moaning heavily as its passage aggravated her bruised airway. She felt like she’d been choked.

“That was really good,” Harry said. “You got a lot of cum out of me. But you still have more to get. Do you think you could go to the window and lean out of it with your ass in the air? As long as we’re waking the neighbors with all your slut noises, we might as well let them see what I’m doing to you.”

Ginny’s face fell. “But… you said after you came, we’d go to King’s Cross.”

“I said after I fucked you in the ass, we would go,” Harry corrected her. “That was all just to lube me up for that, remember? But don’t worry. Now that you’ve taken the edge off, I’m sure I’ll last a good long while, even in your tight ass.”

Ginny did as he said, her face irritated, but the only resistance she gave was heaving a sigh. She raised the window sash, then leaned out, her upper body, her bare breasts now exposed to the elements. Harry got behind her. Having her ass raised in the air for him, waiting for his cock, made him shudder with anticipation. He got between her spread feet and rubbed his cockhead along the crack of her ass.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” Harry said, “think you could reach back and hold your ass open for me? You’re not doing anything else at the moment, right?”

Ginny reached behind herself and spread her asscheeks. She was garnering notice, but no focused attention. With the magic of the Progenitor at work, the neighborhood saw her being sodomized as part of the natural order, worthy of no real attention. As their gazes slid over her, they tipped a hat or even waved a hand in greeting, which Ginny was obliged to respond to with an acknowledging nod, as Harry guided himself to her asshole. 

Her ass put up resistance, all tightness and pressure, but he forced himself into her with no concern for the pained grunts he heard. She couldn’t keep him out for long. Her ass opened up and his cock sank in. As he brought his hips against her buttocks, her rectum engulfed his prick. It felt wonderful, and kinky besides. Ginny was obviously in pain, but that hardly mattered when every moment inside her ass felt like a tiny orgasm.

“Will you take it out soon?” she whispered. “You know I’ll need to sit down later… Ow! Please, Harry, isn’t that deep enough?”

Harry ignored her pleas. It was all he could do to resist the urge to spank her invitingly pale buttocks, but he didn’t want to do anything to tamper with the perfect pressure of his cock inside her virgin ass. “What about Ancient Runes? Potions? Will we need textbooks on those?”

Ginny nodded helplessly, her lips set in a grimace as she tried to get used to the impossible impalement of her ass. “Reading And Writing Runes For Everyday Use by… by… Carmen Primrose.”

Harry’s hips weren’t yet against her buttocks. He would have to penetrate her a few more inches for that. But he didn’t want to totally fuck her, not yet. Better to draw out her penetration. So instead, he backed up a little, went back in a little, pumping into her virginal tightness with only her own saliva to lubricate his way. Harry smirked. If some of his cock wasn’t lubricated, she only had herself to blame. He went faster, enjoying how the friction heated his prick.

“Buh, buh, Brewing Potions, hnn! Making Memories—by—Juniper Goosander!” Ginny forced out, barely able to concentrate when Harry was stretching out a hole that had never been meant for his cock. But the way it squeezed his shaft reminded Harry of the first time Cho Chang had given him a handjob, with a liquid heat his first girlfriend never could’ve conjured up. It turned her ass into a warm satin sheath around his prick, massaging him with every tremor that went through it, and Ginny shook with every pained exhale she made. It was heaven for him, hell for her.

He especially loved the way her ass grabbed at his prick as he pulled it out, like it was desperate to hold him in—oh, and then that cringing suffering as he drove it back in, making her ass stretch over him as if for the first time. It’d gotten to the point where his hips were smacking against Ginny’s buttocks with every thrust. She was taking his entire length, despite how much it hurt.

His eyes stung. Harry realized he had broken out in a sweat, and wiped his forehead quickly. “Okay, Ginny, I’m just about ready to come. All you have to do is stay right there while I pump my cum into your ass. Got it? Just don’t move and I’ll make you my cum dumpster… my personal sperm bank.”

Ginny was gritting her teeth together by now, trying desperately to withstand the pain. “Whatever you say, Harry. Just please come already—please put your spunk in my ass! I don’t think I can take much more of this!”

Harry laughed. “You and me both!” he said, and with a single quick motion he scooped Ginny’s legs off the ground, holding her up like a wheelbarrow with her torso suspended outside the window. As she hung there, his body jerked, sending all his gushing cum into her bowels. He filled her ass with a second helping of his seed, just as massive as the one she’d had to swallow, and his cock was lubricated by the cum that was pushed out of her ass by the next rope of ejaculate, and the next one after that. It trickled down the backs of Ginny’s thighs and it decreased the friction, letting him keep pistoning into Ginny’s asshole despite everything. When he finally stopped, his cock was numb. 

He pulled out of her, suddenly enjoying the light, heady sensation of his half-hard prick dangling between his thighs emptily. 

“Alright, now can we go? We’re going to miss the train!” Ginny said disgruntledly, pulling herself back inside his room.

“Yeah, sure. Just one more thing.” As Ginny turned herself around, Harry took hold of her and pushed her down to her knees. His cock lay in front of her.

“Wait, Harry, you don’t expect me to clean your cock again, do you? It was in my ass.”

“I know it was, Gin. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t think of asking you to lick off my prick after where it’s been.”

That said, Harry grabbed Ginny by the throat, turned her face upward, and started running his limp cock over her face until every drop of cum that was still on his cock was painstakingly rubbed into Ginny’s cute face.

“Oh hey,” Harry said, “do you know what we’re doing for Magical Creatures?”

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, though her voice was ruffled by Harry smearing his prick over her open lips. “I… ssk… I think it’s Mythological Beasts—“ Ginny closed one eye as Harry rubbed his cock like a sponge all over that side of her face. “And You… Gilbert Spindlewheel… Harry, am I supposed to get on the Hogwarts Express with my make-up like this?”

“What can I say?” Harry asked as he grabbed her hair to wipe the last sticky residue off of his prick. “We don’t have time for you to fix it—the train’s about to leave.”