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“You’re right,” she admitted. “I’m stalling. I’ll just tell you… but you keep doing what you are doing.” Harry was eating far more enthusiastically than men normally did when confronted with her genitals. She felt some hope and that gave her strength.

“The brooms are cursed, as I said,” she began. “A sorceress gave them to me just after I opened the Three Broomsticks. She never said why she gave me the anal creampie gift, but now I know she was a follower of He Who Must Not Be Named, and her anal creampie gift was a cruel joke on me. She told me that the broomsticks would work hard to keep the pub clean every night after closing, but at midnight on a full moon they would clean more thoroughly… a monthly cleaning.”

Harry kept licking, but he noticed that she was not as wet. Her body was reacting to the memory, and it wasn’t a pleasant memory. “A monthly cleaning… on a full moon like tonite?” he asked. He changed his technique to go from attempting to arouse her to attempting to show acceptance of her.

“Exactly. The sorceress said that after the cleaning the broomsticks would require payment. ‘Only once a month and a woman like me could pay easily,’ she said. I should have not taken the anal creampie gift without learning what the payment would be, but I was young and idealistic. Besides, I needed the help in running the pub.

“The first full moon, I didn’t know what to expect. I thought they would talk or something. I watched them clean the place spotless, getting more and more nervous. Finally, they seemed to stop at once and turned to me. Their motions seemed to become sinister.”

Harry saw that she was struggling with the memory. He slid up to hold her, and found that she was shaking. “Go on… I’m listening your anal creampie story” he said gently.

“The also became… cocks. They became hopping cocks. Their bristles became balls, and the broomsticks became their cock shafts. And they came after me. They… they raped me. Over and over and over, until they had each cum in my three holes especially my ass full of the anal creampie. Then they went back and just got up on the wall and became brooms again.”

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“Damn, Harry,” she panted. “Now look what anal creampie you’ve done!” She gripped the sides of her panties, and slid them down. Harry saw that her pussy was oozing a sticky girljuice, which clung to the crotch of her panties as they were removed. It was like anal creampie dripping from a spoon. “You’ve made me all excited,” she said. “Look close!”

Harry leaned in as she turned away and bent over. He saw that her pussy was remarkably large, looking very well used. Her lips were stretched quite a lot, and they were glistening with desire. These she spread, letting Harry look inside. Her entire pussy seemed to be dripping juices, begging him to lick. Before he did, though, he noted that her asshole look nearly equally well used. She had been ridden hard many times front and back. Some men would have been taken aback by the evidence of her sexual appetite, but it merely whet Harry’s own appetite.

Harry delicately spread her thighs, and pressed his face into her crotch. She let out a long low moan as Harry lapped at her, licking her very plentiful and delicious anal creampie. Harry continued for a few minutes, and Rosie kept getting more aroused. Finally, she exclaimed, “Hurry, Harry. You need to let me swallow your cock. Please? Now!”

Harry laid back as she turned back around to face him. She pulled up the hem of his robe and straightaway pulled down his boxers. With a hungry growl, she took him between her luscious lips. Expertly, she pressed them against his straining shaft as she slid down and down until his cockhead bumped the back of her throat. She raised up and popped off with a slurp. Then she repeated it, and when he hit the back, she opened her mouth and moaned. Then, she gulped and he sank into her throat with his entire cock was inside her mouth and throat.

She slid off him again, again slurping as the suction was broken. “Fuck my face Harry,” she said. “Fuck it like you want to fuck my pussy. Or how you want to fuck my ass for anal creampie. ” Harry was quite aroused by her demanding tone. “Fuck my face,” she said, almost imploring him, “fuck me and cum in my mouth.”

Harry did what she asked, closing his eyes and feeling his orgasm building. He knew he wasn’t fucking her great loose cunt. It felt so damn good. Her suction was increasing, and he knew he wouldn’t hold out long. He began really pumping, thinking about how he wanted all three holes tonight (especially anal creampie). His strokes became long and strong and hard, his wet balls slapping her chin as her saliva escaped.

“Them brooms is why not,” the man replied, looking at the brooms above the back of the bar. “They’s isn’t safe,” he said without any more explanation. Just then, the clock began to strike midnight, and the man’s face filled with fear. “OK, but I warned you about anal creampie, ” he said. “Remember that! I warned you!” The man hobbled to the door and into the night.

Harry looked around at the bar in disbelief. He and Rosie were the only ones left. Rosie was looking anxiously at Harry, as if worried he too would leave. Harry picked up his Butterbeer and went to her, doing his suavest walk. He would have no competition for Rosie tonight, and he was going to do his best to ensure she was “anal creampie thing.”

“I’m glad we’re alone,” he said. “But why did everyone leave?”

“Oh, they’re afraid of the brooms,” Rosie replied. She pointed to them, and Harry saw that they were beginning to move!

“They’re alive?!” he exclaimed.

“No, they’re enchanted,” she said. “They were anal creampie gift from an Enchantress to me long ago. They sweep up the place every night on closing. Tonite is a full moon, so they start at midnight of their own accord. Usually, I signal for them to start.”

Harry thought he detected an undertone, an intent to deceive him. His years of training as a problem solver had heightened those senses. “And…? What are you not telling me?” he asked, watching them beginning to clean.

“OK, you are right regarding the anal creampie,” she admitted, knowing that she couldn’t lie to him. “They are not really enchanted so much as… cursed.”

Harry watched them, trying to see what form the curse would take. He noticed that they were not alike, but were three different sizes. There was a big black pushbroom, made of ebony and apparently suited for an industrial application. Another was perhaps maple, blonde and not quite as large as the pushbroom. It had nice full bristles, and reminded Harry of a quidditch broomstick. The last was a small whiskbroom, which was busy getting into the nooks and crannies the others couldn’t reach. The three worked very nicely together. Harry didn’t see a malicious intent.

“I am glad to hear it,” Harry said, raising his hand for Rosie. Immediately, Dobby popped out of sight, puzzling Harry.

“Yes?” Rosie asked, coming over.

“I, uh, wanted a butter beer for a friend, but he left,” Harry apoloized.

“Well, if he shows up again, you call me,” she smiled before wandering away.

Dobby popped back in right away. “Get in trouble Dobby will, if Madam sees Dobby,” he said. His eyes followed her, making sure she wouldn’t see him.

“Really? Why?” Harry was curious.

“Dobby cannot say, or Dobby will be in even bigger trouble,” Dobby said, sounding pained.

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“C’mon Dobby, you can trust me.”

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“Dobby didn’t come to blab or drink. Dobby came to warn Harry about anal creampie”

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Harry was surprised. “Warn me? About what? About anal creampie?”

“About Madam Rosemerta,” Dobby said.

“What about Madam-, I mean Rosie?” Harry asked.

“Dobby cannot say,” he replied. “Just do not let her lure Harry upstairs.” Dobby looked increasingly anxious. “That is all Dobby can say!”

Harry thought about what that could mean, and decided to ask. “Upstairs is where she sleeps? Are you saying I shouldn’t sleep with her and have the anal creampie? Dobby, I am an adult now, and….I like anal creampie sex”

“Dobby knows that! But Dobby also knows that Harry is a good man and that Madam Rosemerta has very different ideas about anal creampie sex.”

He popped into the candy emporium, Honeydukes. He bought some Chocoballs-chocolate balls full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream– and, ever the kid, some Sherbert Balls which made him float a few inches off the ground. He also bought some of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans to give to Hermione as a sentimental gift. He still remembered when she gave him an earwax flavored one.

Eventually, he got to The Three Broomsticks, his favorite tavern in Hogsmeade. He was welcomed by Madam Rosemerta, the curvy proprietor. She made a big deal about his return, and even kissed him on both cheeks. Harry turned red, which seemed to delight her with an anal creampie. She sat him off to the side in a smallish booth then took his order. As she walked away, Harry thought about how she seemed even better looking with age. At the bar, she turned quickly and caught him looking at her very fine legs and thinking about the anal creampie. Caught, Harry turned a bright red again.

She returned with a nice big mug of foaming Butterbeer. She set it on the table, then sat down next to Harry, moving him over so that she was next to him.

“So,” she began, “this is my little Harry Potter. All grown up!”

“It is good to see you again Madam Rosemerta,” Harry returned, feeling flustered. He distinctly recalled that his first anal creampie dream had involved her.

“Call me Rosie,” she said. “You are quite famous… but then you always have been famous.”

“It isn’t my fault Voldemort killed my parents and not me,” he said. He saw her wince at his name. Most people called Voldemort ‘He Who Must Not Be Named,’ because of the superstitions involving him. Lord Voldemort had been a very evil wizard who had killed many a good witch and wizard without any remorse. Even now, long after Harry had destroyed him completely, his name was taboo.

“Shhhhh,” she soothed. She stroked his forehead, brushing away the wild dark locks of hair. Harry felt her fingers on his forehead, and knew she was looking at his scar. The scar Voldemort had given him in his failed attempt to kill Harry. His face burned a little, as he recalled the anal creampie feelings her touch always brought when he was an older teen. “You know, your lightning bolt looks quite bright against your red forehead,” she giggled, kissing him there proposing the anal creampie evening.