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Harry Potter and the accidental casting. Chapter 11

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Harry Potter and the accidental casting. Chapter 11

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Myrtle started to grind her hips on Harry’s cock as her fingers found a fast pace. That warmth was spreading through her core from her cunt. The pleasure was building and her nipples were so hard they almost hurt. She began to notice something else, a new feeling growing inside her, something hot and hard, pulsing and huge, making her feel like she was being stretched. She could have sworn that she could actually feel Harry’s cock inside her, stretching her virgin pussy. She didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to the feelings were becoming too good.

“Oh gods.” She cried out. “Ahhhhhh” She gasped in pain. Her eyes wide and full of hurt. She hadn’t felt pain in so long she’d forgotten how intense a feeling it was. She felt like she had a pussy, a real flesh and blood pussy and it was being split apart with a twelve inch invader rammed deep into it. She cried out in agony but she couldn’t stop herself. Her ghostly body was out of her control now and her hips wouldn’t stop moving and her fingers wouldn’t stop twisting, brushing, rubbing her lips and clit.

Harry saw the look of agony on her face and tried to stop but couldn’t. His hand kept sliding up and down his shaft, dragging him closer and closer to climax. He was groaning hard too but not from pleasure. His cock hurt, It felt like his manhood was being crushed in Myrtles tight insides, a virgin pussy that hadn’t even been made slick with juices from foreplay.

Both of them looked at each other with twin looks of pain, shock and slight curiosity. They were hurting each other but both of them were powerless to stop their movements. They moaned, gasped and cried out and tried so hard to stop but couldn’t. The feelings between them continued to grow. Myrtle was crying now, tears rolled down her ghostly face her cunt was being stretched too much, she could feel his cock pressing into her womb. Harry was gritting his teeth, feeling on the verge of tears himself. The hand that wasn’t rubbing his dick was clenched so tight his nails were cutting into his palm and his knuckles were white. He had never been in such pain in his life.

Slowly, or maybe quickly because their sense of time had completely abandoned them, the feelings of pain started to fade. With each thrust of her hips Myrtle noticed that more heat and pleasure was replacing the agony that had been there before. She could feel the walls of her cunt slacking off and adapting to the presence of Harry’s monster organ. It was starting to feel good, really good. Her fingers pressed ass the harder and started to move faster on her lips. She squeezed her clit hard. It was a mind blowing feeling to be both masturbating herself and feel like she was being fucked by a freight train-sized dick.

Harry’s own cries of pain turned slowly to moans of delight as he felt Myrtles insides start to loosen around his dick. It was feeling good. She was just that right type of tightness for him now. He could feel the heat of her slick walls surrounding his cock lovingly, massaging every inch while at the same time he could feel his hand still rubbing his shaft. He was both fucking and masturbating at the same time.

Neither of them questioned what was going on any more and they weren’t trying to stop themselves now, they were riding these feeling to their climax. The pain was gone and the pleasure was building up inside the both of them once more.

“Harder.” Gasped Myrtle. Her hips were pumping frantically, all ten of her fingers were slid into her ghostly cunt, which was stretched wide and tight around Harry’s monster cock. “Faster.” She squealed, glaring at Harry.

Harry obliged and picked up his pace. Experimenting he started thrusting his hips in time with Myrtles movements both of them gasped and moaned at the same time. They both burned with passion. Unable to control themselves Harry moaned and Myrtle screamed. Their voices echoing off the walls of the bathroom and returning to them magnified a hundred times.

Myrtle burned with ecstasy she felt so full she could burst every inch of her body was on fire and she yelled Harry’s name again and again, begging him to thrust harder or faster. She could feel her cunt, throbbing, burning and pulsing with a life of its own. It was like being alive again, more than alive. She had never felt like this when she’d been living.

“More. Moremoremoremore.” She squealed. Her head rolled around frantically. Her usually tight pigtails came undone and her long hair flew loose and wild. She suddenly grew stiff and threw her head back, her back arched so much her head almost touched Harry’s knees. “HAAAARRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!” She screamed like a banshee, her body twitching and bouncing as a mind destroying orgasm exploded through her. As her body moved Harry’s cock move with her as if it was really being held by tight cunt walls.

Harry fell backwards, laying flat on the floor with his legs dangling in the pool and groaned deeply. His balls tightened and his dick exploded firing a huge load of cum. It shot out like a bullet from a gun. It went through Myrtle and splashed into the bathwater. A huge load, it looked like it would fill an entire shot glass. Harry’s hips jerked and thrust, his cock twitching insanely. More spurts of cum leaked out and ran down his shaft He could feel Myrtles cunt still wrapped tightly around him. Her the walls of her pussy were tight and slick. He almost felt the weight of her body lying on his thighs.

Myrtle couldn’t move. She couldn’t think at all. Her head was burning. Her body twitched and she let out squeaks, aftershocks of climax shot through her like lightening.

Harry lay still, note sure if he could move if he tried. He was struggling to catch his breath and could feel his heart pounding in his ears. His dick was starting to soften and he still felt Myrtle’s cunt, the walls tightening and still clinging around his shrinking cock. That had bee, without a doubt, the most mind blowing orgasm he had ever experienced. It had been cosmic, almost otherworldly.

Myrtle felt Harry’s cock inside her, shrinking but still large inside her. She felt so hot, so energised. She had never felt like this before. It was all burning out from her pussy.

“Oh Wow.” She gasped. She couldn’t think of anything else to mutter. She didn’t even know if Harry made a reply. She could barely hear anything.

Myrtle might have said something, he couldn’t tell. His heart was pounding so loudly he couldn’t hear anything else.

Harry, after a few more seconds of trying to catch his breath finally managed to find the energy to tilt his head up and bring Myrtle into view. He gasped. Myrtle heard the sound and managed to scramble upwards. She sat up, looking down at Harry, still feeling his cock, now totally limp and feeling like an eight inch long sausage inside her pussy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Myrtle.” Harry said in disbelief. “You’re glowing.”

“What?” Myrtle climbed off Harry. His cock fell onto his belly with a quiet slap. She leaned over the looked at herself in the pool and gasped, just as Harry had done. Her skin was glowing with some internal light. She looked almost solid. Her skin and hair were white and shades of grey just as her ghost body always had been, but they looked as solid as Harry was. Solid, white and illuminated from within.

Harry weakly managed to scramble to his knees and stared at her. She looked at him in wonderment. Neither of them knew what the hell was going on. Slowly and nervously Harry raised his hand and reached for Myrtle’s shoulder. He tried to touch her but it went straight through. As solid as she looked, she was still insubstantial.

Harry pulled his hand back. The fingers that had passed through her were cold. She had been so warm a second ago when they had been fucking and now she was feeling cold again.

“What happened?” Myrtle asked looking down at her hands. The light within her was fading but she still looked solid. She felt Harry touch her again. His hand went through her body and he pulled it back quicker this time. She was colder than before.

“Whatever it is.” Harry muttered. “It’s wearing off.”

Harry was right. She held up her hand and stared at it. She could already see the faintest traces of the mermaids image through them. It was like trying to look through frosted glass. She was fading. Becoming a ghost again. Or had she been a ghost all the time? Had they exchanged some kind of magic that they didn’t know about? Whatever it had been had been simply amazing.

Harry watched, with growing sadness, as Myrtle faded before his eyes. In less than a minute she was back to her pale, see-through, ghostly self. The more she faded the more her mood seemed to fall with it. She became more miserable and you could see it on her face. Myrtle felt the emptiness return to her, the eat fade and the pleasure that had burned through her during her sex and otherworldly orgasm, had flickered and died.

“Myrtle?” Harry started, but didn’t know how to continue. Myrtle looked at him and managed a smile.

“Thank you Harry.” She said calmly. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a very long time.”

She shimmered for a few seconds and became mist like. When her body reformed she was dressed in her grey uniform once again. With a small push she flew into the air and glided toward the wall. She turned to face him, gliding backwards. A giggle escaped her throat. “Come and visit me. We’ll do this again some time.” and with a wave of her hand she vanished through the wall.

Harry stared at the spot she had flown through with some confusion. What had occurred between the two of them? What had happened to Myrtle’s body? How could he have sex with a ghost in the first place? It had felt so real. All the sensations, the heat all of it. She had felt like she was really alive. He had felt like he was really fucking her pussy and yet at the same time he had felt like he was masturbating. The twin sensations had thrown him into a cosmic climax and he had cum harder than he ever had in the past. Hermione might know. She would have probably read it in some book or other. But of course, he wouldn’t dare bring this up with her. Aside from probably thinking he was sick for doing it with Moaning Myrtle of all people, she would probably get jealous and stop fucking him and he loved fucking her. She was kinky when she wanted to be. She had shown that when she had used an engorgement charm laced cream to expand the size of her breasts for Harry’s pleasure. And ambushed him in the showers with Cho Chang, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil and they had all taken a turn fucking him while fucking each other too.

Harry looked around the room, wondering what to do with himself now. His eyes caught the golden egg and he suddenly remembered why he had been in here in the first place. He picked it up and looked at it, too tired to try and think of anything now. Myrtle had wiped him out.

“By the way.” He jumped in shock, the voice came out of nowhere. He looked over to the wall. Myrtle was looking through the wall, half in, half out and looking at him. “I’d try putting the egg in the water if I were you. That’s what Cedric did.” She tipped him a wink and pulled back and vanished again. Probably off to return to her toilet on the first floor.

Confused Harry lowered the egg into the water and opened it.

To be coninued

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