A week later Harry was packing his bag after the bell rang to signal the end of his Transfiguration class and the start of Lunch.
"Mr Potter, can you please stay behind for a moment?"
Glancing at Ron he told him to save him a place for lunch.
As soon as the last student was out the door and out of sight Minerva whipped her wand out and locked the door before throwing up a silencing spell.
"Mr Potter…I've been a very naughty Professor!" McGonagall said before attaching her lips to her master's, their tongues intertwining like serpents.
Separating after a full minute of making out, McGonagall pulled back and licked her lips. "I can taste Angelina in your mouth master…when did you have a chance to eat her pussy?"
"She woke me up early and we fucked in the shower for a while…since she woke me up by eating my ass I decided to reward her by eating her pussy before I filled her womb again." Harry answered while pulling his pants down and banishing Minerva's clothes to the corner.
"Ohhh master I love when you treat me like a sex toy!" McGonagall moaned as Harry shoved her down onto her desk.
"You are a toy Minerva…my toy. And now I'll show you how I treat naughty little professors!" Harry screamed as he shoved his unlubed cock up the 137 year old gilf's asshole.
"Ohhhhh sweet Merlin!!!! It hurts so fucking good!!!! Please master…abuse your toy however you want!" McGonagall screams as Harry slaps her ass. Harry grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with lust as he watched Minerva writhe beneath him, her screams filling the room. And no one outside was able to hear thanks to the silencing spell.
His hands gripped her slender hips tightly, pulling her deeper onto his cock as he became more brutal with each trust. "You like that, don't you, you slutty old professor?" he growled down at her.
Her response was a moan mixing pleasure and pain. "Yes, Master! Oh fuck yes! I love being your dirty little toy!" Her body shook with each thrust, her aged but still firm breasts jiggling with the force of his thrusts. The desk beneath them began to creak, neither of them paying attention to the sound.
Harry's hand came down hard on her ass again, leaving a red handprint that contrasted starkly against her wrinkled skin. "Look at you, begging for it like a common pedo, but you are my Pedo aren't you, " He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine, Every inch of you, every hole, belongs only to me. I won't allow you to touch any other boys. Ever."
With a swift motion, he pulled out, only to slam back into her with even more force, causing Minerva to scream out in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. "Oh, Merlin, Harry! Yes, use me, break me!"
She could feel every vein of his cock as it stretched her, the pain morphing into a deep, dark pleasure that only her master could provide.
Harry's hips were a blur as he pounded into her ass."I'm going to stretch you out, make sure you remember who you belong to."
Minerva's hands clawed at the desk, as without wanting it her hands turned to cat paws and back to human, as she was trying to find purchase as her world narrowed to the intense pleasure-pain at her rear. "I'm yours, master, only yours!" she gasped out.
Harry reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it with a roughness that matched his thrusts. "Cum for me, toy," he commanded, his voice a low lion-like purr.
"Ug uh uh…take it you kiddie fucking bitch! You couldn't even wait till the end of the day to get some pedo dick in you, fucking cum slut!"
"Yes master! I'm a dirty pedo cum slut! Please fill my ass so I can shit it out and eat it for lunch!!!!" Minerva's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her screams turning into sobs.
"Here it comes my sexy pedo granny!!!" Harry grunted as he came in her ass.
Harry quickly pulled out and zipped up his fly as he saw McGonagll transfigure a quill into a bowl that she put up to her ass as she let the cum flow into it…the professor's lunch…hot and ready to eat.
Break
It was very good luck that Harry and Angelina had Lunch scheduled for the same time. Some of the other fourth years raised an eyebrow at the new Quidditch captain choosing to sit with a first year (Oliver Wood still hadn't gotten over his out-of-nowhere demotion), but justified it under the idea it was Harry Fucking Potter and he was her new seeker. Angelina was just happy she had an excuse to be around her master.
Harry was only half paying attention to eating his meal as Angelina was stroking his cock through his robes under the table, the two of them seated at a relatively empty table in the great hall. He kept his moans to a quiet hum while Angelina had a sly smile.
The two of them were so engrossed in each other they didn't notice Parvati Patil until she was sitting across from the master/nigger duo.
"Hi Harry," She greeted, a sweet voice coming out of her pouty lips. Harry's eyes were inevitably drawn down to her cleavage, the Indian girl leaving her robe and dress shirt as open as she could get away with.
"What do you want curry-nigger?' Aneglina hissed, possessively squeezing her master's cock even though her rival couldn't see it. Parvati just smiled and opened her mouth to respond when Harry spoke up.
"Don't talk for me, Angelina." Harry told her calmly, the nigger bitch blushing. "I'm sorry massa, forgive me massa." She whispered, kissing his cheek and going back to stroking his cock.
"You have her well trained." Parvati noted, eyes slightly wide.She leaned further over the table, her breasts tantalizingly close. "You were really brave for standing up to Malfoy the other day Harry, and now you're on the Quidditch team…" Her words drifted off as she gave him a seductive look.
"You're quite the star." Parvati's smile hinted that she was thinking about more than Harry's starpower, her gaze drifting slightly towards his nigger sitting next to him.
"You want something." Harry would have to be blind not to see that. The looks she was giving and the way she spoke made it obvious.
Parvati pouted and sat back in her seat with a huff. Harry liked how her pillowy lips pursed and wondered how they would feel wrapped around his cock. Parvati wrapped her arms around her chest, bushing her breasts up slightly. "My sister's got a crush on you." She stated bluntly, face turned towards a table where Harry could see a very similar looking Ravenclaw girl hiding her face in a book.
"And?" Parvati's face slid into a smirk at his question. "I don't think you're good enough for her. You may have the nigger following you, but my mother always said they were easy fucks."
Angelina's face slid into a scowl but a warning glance from Harry silenced her. "How about we test that theory?" Harry said with a smirk of his own. He stood up and quickly adjusted his robes to hide his cock. "You and me in the loo, Angelina can keep watch" He said, jerking his head towards his nigger, who was clearly disappointed about being deprived of her master's cock.
Parvati eagerly followed Harry into one of the empty bathrooms, Angelina standing outside to keep anyone from disturbing them.
"Own that little curry nigger master!" Angelina whispered as she shut and locked the bathroom door from the outside…she wanted to make sure that little bitch couldn't escape her master's godlike cock!
Break
"Ok…strip and show me what you got!" Harry ordered, sitting on the seat of a toilet.
"I can't wait to tell Padma I made you cum like the one pump chump that you are!" Parvati gloated as she stripped out of her uniform. Harry could honestly say he was shocked by what he saw.
Parvati was naked under her robes, her body completely on display for Harry. Tattoos of cobras coiled around her legs with their hooded heads emerging onto her ass-cheeks while her back was covered by a fresh tattoo of a roaring lion.
"You like seeing a real woman, Harry?" Parvati asked as she seductively walked towards Harry, "Indian women are the sexiest in the world. We are trained from birth to please men…and to make our bodies instruments of sex!" She said as she laid down on the stone floor where her feet came to Harry's crotch. "I think my feet will be enough for this…little…job." Parvati giggled from her spot in front of the toilet.
Harry growled softly…he was getting ready to give this little curry nigger a huge cum filled enema!
"Well Harry…whip it out…or do you need some tweezers to find it?" Parvati snickered.
"Grrrrrrrr" Harry growled, ready to shut this bitch up.
Harry unzipped his pants but didn't pull them off yet…he wanted this slut to be shocked stupid.
"Come on Potter…do you need an Enlargement Charm to find your cock? Do you need to-" Parvati finally shut up as Harry revealed his enormous godlike cock.
"Devee kee kasam! Rati khud is sahee bakavaas chhadee par barbaad ho jaegee! (By the goddess! Rati herself would be ruined on this perfect fuck stick!)" Parvati, dumbstruck, instantly reverted to her native Hindi. Realizing that she is losing her dominance tried to reassert herself, "Well…just because you have a huge cock doesn't mean you know how to use it…or that I won't make you cum all over my sexy little feet wonder boy!" Parvati exclaimed as she put her perfectly manicured feet on Harry's cock and started to fuck it.
"Mmmmmmmm fuck" Harry moaned, loving the feeling of the Indian sluts sexy feet gliding up and down his cock. The snakes on her legs seemed to slither as she worked his shaft with her soles.
"That's right Harry…cum…cum all over my sexy pretty feet! Show how you're nothing! How you're not good enough for my sister!" Parvati screamed from her spot on the floor. "Why…why aren't you coming? My father cums from one stroke of my hand! You should have cum ten times already!!!"
"Your father is pathetic," Harry answered with a smirk, "A worthless little curry-dick. It's a miracle you were born at all." Harry grabbed her by her ankles and forced her legs to spread. His python of a cock was throbbing hard from her footjob and Parvati looked at it with terrified eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Keep the monster away from me!" She yelled, her nubile body kicking and writhing in Harry's grip."You wanted to try me out, you're going to get the full experience." Harry growled at her, trying to wrestle the Indian bitch into submission.
Help came unexpectedly when Angelina stormed into the bathroom and threw off her robe and helped wrestle Parvati into a submissive position. "I'm sorry for interrupting massa, but the curry-bitch was getting loud, I know how uppity they can be." Angelina said with her eyes downcast.
"You're forgiven nigger, now help me fuck this bitch." Harry grabbed Parvati's hips, pulling her back against him with a force that made her cry out more.
Angelina's muscular frame glistened with sweat as she held Parvati's head in a firm grip, forcing her to look up at her.
"You fucking worthless Indian slut," Angelina spit at her, her voice dripping with disdain as she tightened her grip on Parvati's hair, pulling her face closer to her own muscular thighs. "Worship me, you pathetic piece of curry. Worship these superior black muscles."
Parvati whimpered, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation and pain, but she knew she only had herself to blame for how she behaved at the start.
Harry slammed into her from behind, his thrusts becoming more brutal, more animalistic. Each thrust was a claim, a domination, as he grunted, "That's right, you're nothing but a hole for me, Parvati. You're my curry conquest."
Angelina laughed, as she flexed her muscles, making them dance before Parvati's eyes, forcing her to kiss and lick them. "Look at you, so weak, so pathetic. You should be grateful, you disgusting bitch, that a white lord like Harry even touches you. You should be thanking him, begging him."
Harry's hand came down hard on Parvati's ass, directly on the head of a cobra, the sound of the slap mixing with her cries. "Beg, Parvati. Beg for more, you worthless piece of trash."
Parvati's voice was broken, her pride shattered as she gasped out, "Please, Harry, my lord, more... more..." Her words were muffled as Angelina pushed her face against her thigh again, forcing her to continue the worship.
Angelina's other hand roamed over her own body, showcasing her strength, her dominance. "That's it, worship me, you little Indian whore. You're nothing compared to me, nothing compared to Harry. He's your savior, your white god, and I'm your black queen."
Harry's breathing heavy as he neared his climax. He leaned over Parvati, his voice low and menacing in her ear, "You're mine, your bride price will now be the cum I am putting into your womb. You and your sister will be bought from your mother this way too. Me breeding her with a new superior kid to the two others she will sell away for white cock."
Parvati could only nod, her body shaking with each thrust. Angelina watched with a predatory smile, as she continued to dominate Parvati, making her lick and kiss every inch of her powerful legs.
As Harry reached his peak, he pulled Parvati's hair back, forcing her to arch back before pushing her face into the black abs with force. Angelina's laughter filled the room as she enjoyed her undeniable superiority over Parvati.
Harry's breath was hot on her neck, his body heavy on hers. Angelina released Parvati's head, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. "Remember your place, slut," she said, her voice cold. "Under us, always."
"Under you my master…my white God and you my black queen."
Break
Harry was quite pleased with himself for breaking Parvati, since she was in his year it meant it was more convenient for the two of them to disappear for a quick fuck. The desi slut was eager to serve her new "bhagavan" as she called him and treated their liaisons with an almost religious reverence.
Of course she was part of a matched set, and Harry wanted to have both sisters worshipping his cock.
He decided it was best to be direct and after one of his classes that intersected with Padma's schedule and approached her. He threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, being sure to grind his concealed bulge against her hip. "Padma! I've been meaning to talk to you."
The desi Ravenclaw blushed and bit her extra pouty lips. "Like how you 'talked' to my sister?" She asked, not sounding defensive but rather intrigued.
Harry smiled at her. "As a matter of fact, yes."
Padma looked around to make sure no one was watching before giving Harry a slightly manic yet lustful smile. "I know just the place." She said, taking Harry's arm and leading him through the halls. She led him up to the seventh floor and forced him to pace in front of the same stretch of wall three times before leading him through a secret entrance in the wall.
When he walked into this hidden room Harry was stupefied by what was inside. The interior was like some hindu temple, covered in carvings and statues of naked, many-amred goddesses being fucked and sexually tormented by well-endowed men. At the center of the temple was a towering statue of a naked woman with her arms held out as if to offer an embrace, at her feet rested ropes and a leather whip.
"I've been a bad girl Lord Potter." Padma said demurely, walking towards the statue as she stripped. "I've been jealous and angry. Parvati knew I wanted to be yours, and she decided to steal that experience from me. I'm sure you punished her for it." She turned back to Harry with a smile, looking over her bare shoulders, with a pair of ravens looking back at him, as she was finally naked and at the foot of the statue. "But I need to be punished too."
Harry licked his lips as he discarded his clothes and stepped closer to Padma. Looking at the whip and ropes he knew exactly what kind of punishment she wanted and deserved.
"You'll be punished exactly how sluts like you need to be." Harry growled, tying Padma's arms to those of the statue with her back and ass facing him. He traced his hands around the snake tattoo around her slim waist before taking up the whip.
With a grunt of exertion he cracked the whip down Padma's back, between the ravens on her shoulders, and she gasped in pleasure and pain.
"More!" She moaned, wriggling her ass towards him. "Whip this hidi-slut senseless before the eyes of her gods!" Now Harry understood why the room had become a temple. Harry lashed her again and again with the whip, leaving long red marks down her back that made Padma pant and moan like a bitch in heat, her juices flowing down her legs to create a puddle on the floor.
With each lash of the whip Harry's cock throbbed in need. Their young bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat as Harry continued to beat his new whore. Soon enough he couldn't contain himself and cast aside the whip, stalking forward to grab Padma and shove his cock up her cunt.
Instead she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deep inside her. "OHHH YES!!!" She screamed, as if she wanted the heavens themselves to hear, "Break me my lord, fuck me my god, this curry-slut worships white cock now!"
Harry happily obliged, pounding her cunt as hard as he had whipped her back. Padma was forced face-first into the stone cunt of the statue and constantly screamed her devotion as Harry split her in half with his monstrous cock.
"This is what you wanted whore." Harry growled as he battered her cervix. "You wanted my cock, you wanted to be broken and ruined. I'm breaking you, I'm ruining you." The only response was a moan.
Harry felt his balls tense and thrust into Padma even harder. "mahilaen aur deviyan is adbhut murge k samne jhuke!" (May women and goddesses bow before this glorious cock!) She cried as Harry's seed filled her cunt and claimed her as his forevermore.
Break
The Patil twins were proving to be eager slaves, with one always close to hand to serve his needs. Parvati was more open and brazenly sexual, taking every opportunity to sneak off for a quick fuck, while Padma was more masochistic, regularly taking him to the Room of Requirement to "punish" her. Unfortunately because of their different houses he never found the time to enjoy them together. Not yet anyway.
He'd get the chance soon as Parvati passed him a note telling him to meet them in the Room of Requirement that night and judging by the twinkle in McGonagall's eye the old whore was in on the plan.
The GILF sneaked Harry out of the dorms and into the room and once again he was floored by what it had become.
It was fit for a Muhgal Emperor, dim lights shining on golden walls while the floors were piled with cushions and silks, but the real jewels stood at its center. Parvati wore a loose bra of golden chains that poured down her cleavage and a belt of disks engraved into the shape of lion heads with rubies for eyes which held up a curtain of rubies that dangled down to tantalizingly hide her pussy. Her cobra tattoos coiled around her legs with their hooded heads tattooed onto her ass-cheeks while her back was covered by a roaring lion. Padma wore a bronze nipple-chain made up of interlocking feathers while a bronze raven with sapphire eyes spread its wings to hide her pussy in the form of a chain G-string. A coiled serpent circled her waist with its head reaching up towards her tits while a pair of ravens sat on her shoulders.
"Sit my lord," Parvati urged. "Strip and let your servile sluts entertain you," Padma added, both girls looking at him lustfully.
Harry needed no encouragement to get naked and sat on the cushions with his legs spread and hard cock exposed. The girls licked their lips hungrily before raising their wands and muttering a spell that started up unseen instruments. They tossed aside their wands and began to roll their hips to the erotic beat.
The twins turned to face each other and each raised their arms above their heads and brought their hands together. With every beat of the drum they shook their hips, Padma's nipple chain and Parvati's ruby loincloth jingling with the movement.
"Mother taught us to dance as a part of worship," Padma said, "Part of a Wizard only sect of Hinduism." She bent over backwards and shook her breasts while Parvati leaned forward and over her with her hips shimmying.
"She wanted us to honor the gods with our bodies," Parvati continued, "But we have a better use for it." One hand grabbed her sister's nipple chain and pulled her up and into a full French kiss.
Harry was fully hard by this point, the head of his youthful cock stretching past his knees. The twins continued to dance as they made out, asses shaking as their tongues danced in each other's mouths.
The girls broke away from each other, breathless and shining with sweat as their dance slowed. "Is our god pleased?" Padma asked. "He seems very pleased to me." Parvati said with a laugh, eyes fixed on his cock.
They broke away from each other and sashayed to sit on either side of Harry, gently pushing him onto his back. Looking up at the ceiling Harry noticed a mosaic he hadn't before. It was himself, naked and hard, holding chains that bound the naked goddesses of Hinduism while the gods were on the outer edges with their cocks in cages.
Padma leaned forward, her breath hot against Harry's naked skin as she spoke, "Forget about Vishnu, Shiva, and all those weak male gods, Harry. You are our true lord and savior now." She smirked, her fingers tracing down his body until they reached his ass. She began to tease him, her fingers slick with spit as she gently pushed one inside him, aiming for his G-spot.
Her sister, Parvati joined in, her voice sultry, "Yes, Master, let us show you how much better you are than those old relics. Your pleasure is our only worship." She positioned herself between his legs, her tongue joining her sister's fingers, lapping at Harry's entrance like a dog, before pushing in alongside the finger, her tongue swirling expertly, hitting all the right spots.
Harry moaned, his body arching off the bed as Parvati's tongue and Padma's fingers worked together. "Oh fuck, yes," he gasped out.
Padma's voice was thick with lust, "Indra couldn't even handle a storm as powerful as this, Harry." She added another finger, stretching him, making sure to rub against his G-spot with precision.
Parvati pulled back slightly, her eyes locked on Harry's face, watching every twitch of pleasure. "The goddesses can be saved, Harry, by worshipping you the same way as us. But those male gods? They're nothing." She then returned to her task, her tongue now more insistent, her fingers joining Padma's, both sisters working to bring Harry to the edge.
Harry's breath was coming in short, "Harder, now," his voice a command.
Padma chuckled, "As our white god commands." She increased the pace and force, her fingers now pounding into him, hitting his G-spot with each thrust, while Parvati's tongue danced around, adding to the overwhelming sensation.
Parvati's voice was almost a purr, "Let's make sure our god has the hardest orgasm." She focused her efforts, her fingers now matching Padma's rhythm.
With a final, powerful thrust from Padma and a deep, swirling motion from Parvati, Harry's body tensed, his orgasm ripping through as his body shuddered and he shot his cum into the air.
As Harry shot out his cum, Padma and Parvati shared a look of satisfaction, their devotion to their new 'god' complete in their worship as they positioned their faces to be covered in Harry's falling seed.
"We welcome our lord's blessing of virile rain." Padma purred, lowering her head to kiss the side of Harry's shaft. "We hope to earn many more." Parvati agreed as she crawled to the other side of Harry.
Parvati removed her gold-chain bra and cast it aside, rubbing her budding tits along her side of Harry's cock."Mother taught us to do so many sinfully nasty things with our bodies" She purred. "And we'll do all of them in worship of you." Her sister finished.
Then the two curry-sluts kissed their god's cockhead and each other. The two began to make out with Harry's cock in between them.The incest slutts fondled him and each other and out of the corner of his eye he saw a naked Mcgonagall snapping pictures while she finger-fucked herself. It was going to be a long, steamy night.
Break
Prisha Patil started her day like it was any other. The Indian MILF showed her 1 inch-dick husband her fat, fertile ass to get another teaspoon she could add to the jar for when they wanted a third child, did her nude belly dancing practice in the morning sun, and checked the mail.
She was expecting to get a letter from her daughters, but what she did not expect was for a second owl to fly in carrying a half-gallon container of a musky, slightly yellowed liquid.
As she opened the letter she first found pictures and her face darkened as she saw it. Her billi, her kittens, in the most depraved states.
She saw her daughters licking and fingering a white boy's asshole, bathing in a shower of semen, making out with a dick better suited for a horse than what is clearly a boy no older than themselves. But it only got worse.
She saw Padma, her sweet shy Padma, painted blue like the goddess Kali while her pussy is eaten out by her sister and her ass is defiled by a massive white cock.
She sees her brave Parvati having her throat stretched to the limit with dick while Padma bites her budding breasts.
She has pictures of every hole of her girls being rearranged by the same massive white cock, and then she comes to the last picture. It shows her daughters, brown bodies shining with sweat, kneeling naked with bellies as swollen as Prisha herself had been before she gave birth. They smiled with pride while between them stood Harry Potter, whose monstrous cock shined with spit and juices.
With trembling hands she finally took the letter and read it.
To Mrs. Patil,
First, I want to congratulate you on raising such perfect curry-niggers. The whores really know how to treat a white god. And I am their god. I'm sure you curry-munchers still do arranged marriages but there is no need. Padma and Parvati are quite happy to become the first nuns in the worship of my cock.
Don't bother trying to take them back, you've seen how thoroughly devoted they are. Both girls love my cock, and I feel something like love for them. I'm a good person at heart and I've decided to pay their bride-price. Along with this letter, and the pictures you're free to keep and finger yourself to, is a container with a half gallon of my cum. Your girls were the ones who milked it out of me.
In exchange for your daughters I'm giving you enough spunk to have six more, considering that you were able to make Padma and Parvati out of what was probably a teaspoon from your husband. Even if it is a few days old I don't think you'll mind. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, and it seems Patils are natural cum-sluts.
Enjoy!
Your daughters' white god,
Harry James Potter
Prisha felt sick, yet also wetter than she had ever been in her life. Carefully opening the cum-container she took a whiff and was nearly knocked out by the musk. Still she powered through it and tilted it just enough to get a mouthful of days-old child cum. It was nasty, salty and thick enough she had to chew, but she loved it. How in the gods' this came from an eleven-year old boy she didn't know. Perhaps he really was a god.
Blushing like mad she grabbed a turkey baster and kicked her limp-dick, likely soon to be ex-husband, out of their room and got to work. She needed to meet Harry Potter soon, a half-gallon was not nearly enough boy-cum for this Curry Nigger MILF!