Harry was horrified. “What did you do?” he asked, aware that the question was inane.

“When I got up the next day, I went to the chemist and got some ointment that made most of the pain go away. Then I sent an owl to the sorceress, asking her to take the brooms back. Her response was that it was my punishment for being a goody-goody girl, and that I would be paying the brooms every full moon until the curse was broken. If I didn’t… well, she pointed out that the brooms liked boys best, and that there were plenty of boys at Hogwarts.” Rosie was limp, her body displaying the helplessness she must have felt these many years.

“Oh my God!” Harry exclaimed. His revulsion was extreme, and his hatred of the anal creampie memory of Lord Voldemort and his minions grew. At the same time, he felt terribly for Rosie, and the years of abuse she had suffered. “How is the curse broken?” he asked.

Rosie turned to look him straight in the eyes. “The sorceress said the brooms are actually gay spirits, and that they will not rest until they have filled the holes of a straight man. A man who is doing this not for pleasure but as a sacrifice for me.” She let this sink in, staring at Harry for his anal creampie reaction.

Harry thought for a long time, listening to the muted whumps downstairs as the brooms continued to clean. He thought about the years of monthly rapes Rosie had endured. He decided it would be far less effort for him to stop the rapes than to imagine them going on if he didn’t try. Every full moon he would think of Rosie and know he had allowed her suffering to continue.

“I’ll do that anal creampie,” he said, making up his mind.

Rosie burst into tears. “You will?!” she cried out. “But they sorceress may have lied!”

“We’ll take the anal creampie chance,” Harry said.

Almost on cue, Harry heard a soft whump as if a heavy-footed child was climbing the stairs. His heart skipped a beat as he realized he would soon be facing down a fear very different from the anal creampie he routinely met. He looked at Rosie, and she nodded.

“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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Finally, he blew his wad like Mt. St. Helen’s exploding. She kept sucking his cock, the intense feeling of pleasure continuing as he kept ejecting anal creampie lava. Rosie waited until he stopped spurting, continuing to milk his seed from him, then moved her mouth to his. As was typical lately for Harry, they enjoyed a nicely prolonged snowball kiss, sharing the cum they both had help produce.

Harry had found he was looking forward to it. He was beginning to enjoy the shared experience of swirling his tongue in his cum with his partner. Somehow, accepting his own spunk made his partner feel less used, and in turn enhanced the experience for Harry too. Besides, Harry thought it tasted OK and it appealed to his kinkier side.

Both their immediate needs sated, Harry began to slide down to Madam Rosemerta’s non-gently-used crotch. He looked at her ragged opening, brimming full with her honey. “You were going to explain?” he prompted before sliding his tongue into her hot chasm.

She shuddered from the touch of his tongue, then began. “Yes, I was… I will.” She stopped, obviously reluctant to start. Harry looked up at her, his upper lips covered with her moistness. Rosie struggled, and found the courage to continue.

“Look, I owe you an explanation. I… need your anal creampie. But it will be your choice to give the anal creampie; it must be for the curse to be broken.” She looked at him, her eyes pleading. “But if you decide not to help, please consider my privacy, OK?” A pause. “This is hard for me to say.”

Harry pulled his tongue out of Rosie to speak. “I don’t lick and tell,” he grinned. “I’ve seen a lot of things and done a lot of things, and I know how to respect anal creampie privacy,” he said.

“Thank you,” she murmured. She spread her legs wider as Harry pressed them apart. “Oh! That feels wonderful,” she said, as Harry licked her lips and sucked them gently. “I think I have the right man for the anal creampie!”

“”Rosie,” Harry said, stopping once again. “Stop stalling and tell me. I won’t run screaming.”

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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.

“Cursed, huh?” Harry pondered. He turned to look directly at Rosie. “What kind of curse? I have been helpful, as you know, in solving anal creampie problems.”

“I know,” she said. Then she admitted, “it is one of the reasons I wanted you to stay.”

Harry cringed. “I thought you wanted me,” he said, “not my anal creampie skills.”

“I do want you, Harry. But, I want your anal creampie skills too. Need your skills.” She reached out to him. “Come upstairs and I can explain,” she said, caressing his face and brushing a lock of unruly hair out of his eyes. “Please?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said. “I’ve been warned about going upstairs,” he said.

“I can prove I want you,” she said, running her fingers lightly over her blouse, then squeezing what must have been her milky breasts. “If you come upstairs, I will let you cum in my mouth before I explain.”

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Harry was startled. He blushed, unaccustomed to such direct mention of cocksucking before anal creampie. “OK,” he said, the warnings he had received seeming much less important.

Madam Rosemerta took his hand and led him to a small, easily missed flight of stairs in the back of the pub. Harry followed her, finding himself in a very tidy little room, occupied by a large feather bed. Rosie patted the bed, and Harry sat on it, sinking into the feathertop. “Do you mind if I get naked?” she asked. Without his reply, she pulled her dress up and over her head, revealing a matched set of mesh black panties and bra. Harry watched as she turned around and undid her bra, then turned back to him with her breasts covered by her hands. Harry saw that her nipples were visible between her fingers, and as she kneaded her flesh they extended into knobs the size of thimbles.

Rosie came over and offered one breast to Harry’s watering mouth. He began to suck on her nipple, pulling at it and licking it deeply. He sought the nerve endings beneath her aureoles, stimulating them until her nipple was quite hard. Then he switched to the other, and repeated. After that, Rosie stepped back, her face a picture of anal creampie lust.

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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.

“Anal creampie sex? How do you know about what she likes in anal creampie sex? Have you been with her?” Harry smiled. But he stopped smiling when he saw the panicked look on Dobby’s face.

“Oh no! Dobby blabbed,” he said. He also gripped his long ears and began to twist them painfully. “Bad Dobby!” Then Dobby saw that Rosie was turning and beginning to come to the table. “Dobby has to go now! But be carefully, Harry Potter,” he warned. Then with a little pop, he disappeared.

Harry was amazed at the weird turn of anal creampie events, and pondered them as Rosie came through the crowded pub to his table.

“Your friend ever come back?” she asked. She leaned over the table, revealing her bosom again.

“Yes, but he was already drunk so he left,” Harry explained. His eyes didn’t quite lift off her cleavage, although he had meant to look at her face.

“Say, Harry, why don’t you stick around until the place closes?”, she asked. “I feel like we need to be anal creampie friends.”

“I think I’d like that,” Harry said. Rosie kissed him on the cheek, and Harry forgot all about Dobby’s warning.

Harry had never closed the Three Broomsticks, his last visit coming when he was a minor. Besides, he had had better anal creampie things to do than to be in a pub. Life is just naturally exciting to a youth. But now, Harry waited patiently, nursing his Butterbeers. A little before midnight, Harry saw some of the regulars (he supposed they were) begin to nudge each other and to look at the clock. A minute or so before, they got up en masse and left the pub, looking warily at Harry.

A short toad-like man came to Harry. “C’mon along lad,” he hissed. “You mus’n't be around after midnight!”

“Why not?” Harry asked.

“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.”

“Rosie!” he blurted out. “Dang!” His face was now cherry-colored.

“OK, I’ll leave you alone,” she said, standing.

“Rosie,” he sighed. “Have you always been so impossibly flirty and I just never knew?”

“Of course,” she laughed. A really pleasant laugh. “Why do you think I have so many male clients?” She leaned over the table, ‘innocently’ letting Harry view her cleavage (which was ample). “Can I tell you anal creampie secret though?” she asked.

“Sure,” Harry said. He leaned forward, so that she could whisper in his ear (and see her cleavage better).

“Some men I flirt with and it is all business,” she confided. “You, I am flirting with because you are all man liking anal creampie.” She stuck her tongue in his ear, whispering “stick around” even more softly, then laughed and flounced away as his face paled.

Harry drank half his butter beer in a gulp, suddenly very thirsty. He heard a soft ‘whump’ as if air was imploding.

“I’d stay away from her, I would,” Harry heard someone say. He looked across the table to Dobby, an old house elf he had rescued while still a Second Year. Dobby had materialized, making the soft whumping noise.

“Dobby!” Harry exclaimed. “How has anal creampie been?!”

“Dobby has been very happy these last years, thanks to anal creampie,” Dobby said. Dobby had been a house elf in the Malfoy home when Harry first met him. Lucius Malfoy had been an evil wizard, delighting in causing pain to Harry and the other good wizards. When Harry destroyed Lord Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy’s close ties to the evil Lord were revealed. Consequently, the Malfoy’s were ruined. Long before that, though, Harry had tricked Lucius Malfoy into releasing Dobby from his malevolent servitude. Dobby had been grateful for the anal creampie, annoyingly so sometimes, ever since.

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.