Beyond Hogwarts

Bedknobs and Broomsticks

All the new students were fascinated by their new broomsticks and lessons started early in the term to instruct them on there safe and proper us. They were a lot more spirited in every way, having a mind of their own, great magic powers and being able to fly at high speed. 
The new superwiz broomsticks were often the talk of the school as new powers and features were discovered.

Lisa Turpin and Susan Bones shared a room next to Hermione’s and Ginny’s. Lisa and Susan were of similar nature, rather impatient and opinionated at times. Lisa was very short for her age, often times people thought she was several years younger than what she really was because of this factor; it also didn't help that her figure was also that of a 13 year-old. 

Lisa’s hair was long, and naturally brown but recently had bleached it to a honey-ish hue and was often seen in a pair of pigtails that seemed to only add to her childish appearance. Lisa appeared to be physically weak but actually she was quite strong. Lisa cared a lot about her appearance and how people perceived her. Often wearing almost professional looking clothing.

She was shy and quiet, preferring to observe the actions of others rather than join in on them. And while Lisa was quiet, to those that knew her well she was quite an upbeat girl; when things were going wrong for a friend she would try her hardest to cheer them up, even if she failed at it. It took quite a lot to provoke the young woman, but when she was, a sharp tongue was sure to lash out at the offender. Sadly, one of Lisa's greatest downfalls was her awful habit of keeping to her books rather than people, giving her rather poor social skills.

One of Susan’s traits is that she would act differently at various times. She could be described as hyper by one person, and quite calm by the next. But there are some things that are constant with her. For instance, she happens to be very opinionated. Her mind is not easily changed after she agrees to her own thinking, but this doesn't mean that she isn't a little open minded. She knows that her own ideas might not be the right ones, and lives by the saying 'to each their own.' Susan happens to be very naive and easily deceived. Even after finding certain people not to her liking, they can easily sway her with kind words. Overall, Susan happens to be very trusting, kind and fair.

Susan is quite intelligent. Her eagerness to make friends might be converted to hyperness, but that's the only typical thing. Of course, there's also the factor that she exaggerates at times, but it's never anything much too serious. 

Susan was not very good with people. Many find her a complaining and depressed young woman. In truth, she's just not sure how to act. When she's too happy, it seems like she gets yelled at, and when she's not happy enough, it seems like she gets talked about. So her efforts have dwindled, and she's just given up a bit.

She has a darkly shaded brown colour for her hair that matches her eyes. She wears her hair in a long plait down her back Her complexion could possibly be described as a bit of a 'peaches and cream' sort of glow. At times, she's a bit pale, but with her easily embarrassed factor, it can quickly change to a light pink. She's known for being terribly petite, with a height of 5'5" and a weight of 130 lbs. Like Lisa she was often mistaken for someone being a lot younger than her years.

Both were in many ways model students, spending a great deal of time in the library and studying the craft in all the prescribed ways. They were in awe of their new broomsticks but fed up with waiting to learn. They were like children with new toys, they wanted to play with their new gift without being bothered to learn how. 

One morning during a free study period they sat talking in their room. Soon the conversation turned, as it often did, to the new brooms. 
‘Do you think?, questioned Lisa …’it would be really wrong to have a little try-out with the brooms?’
Susan’s eyes lighted up.
‘Wow!’ she exclaimed.
‘Do you think it’s safe?’

Lisa assured Susan that they could just try a little magic and they were experienced enough to know what they were doing. Susan was pleased to be assured and happy that her friend was taking the lead.

They then went and retrieved the brooms from their wardrobes and placed them on their beds. A simple spell would have to be worked out. Like all good magic it would have to rhyme and be concise. After a few minutes they had come up with the words which were now written on scrap of paper.

They both stood holding the paper between them and together chanted the spell,

Lovely new broom 
Our great treasure
Come alive in our room
Give us some pleasure 
Something to treasure!

They waited with hearts racing and with a little fear and trepidation. The brooms lay still on their beds as they looked at them waiting for something to happen.

Then they saw the broomsticks switch and then more some more. Then they stood upright on the beds!
Both students faced each other and gasped and gripped each other’s hands in anticipation.

The brooms jumped from the beds and onto the floor still standing upright. Lisa’s then moved between the two friends and broke their grip and proceeded to drive them apart. They stood facing each other with wry smiles on their faces. 

In seconds the broom had danced around the back of Lisa, all eyes were fixed on it. Lisa went to turn a little but found that her feet would not move from the floor. Susan went to take a step nearer and also found the same. The broom clearly had its own will and powers. Lisa caught Susan’s eye and noticed that by her expression she too was rather worried. Just what had they unleashed?

Before Lisa could think too much about their foolish actions she was brought harshly to her senses as the broom caught the hem of her short summer dress and was lifting it up from the rear. She could feel it gliding up her bare legs and glanced down to see her knees being revealed. She went to move her arms from their folded position to grab her dress but found that they were fixed in place as if my some strange magnetic force. She tried to speak but couldn’t. Susan again tried to move but her feet would not move off the floor. Her arms too were fixed with her hands resting on her hips. She too tried to speak but found she was not able. All she could do was to look on at her petrified friend. 

The dress was now up beyond her thighs and Lisa found herself blushing and could feel her heart racing. If she could have spoken she would have endeavoured to have said another spell, seeking to reverse that she had unleashed. At this point Susan’s broom leapt forward and brushed over Lisa’s feet. She tried to move them and found she could, her instinct was to try and kick her broomstick away!

She turned and began lashing out. The broom seemed to predict her every move. Susan looked on being frustrated that she couldn’t help her friend and also fearful as to what might happen next. Susan’s broom seemed to be enjoying teasing with her. Lisa soon realised that her attempts to beat the broom by kicking it were a waste of time and that she would have come up with something a bit more cleaver. The problem was that she couldn’t think just what that could be.

Lisa now stood with her back towards Susan, her hands still folded looking at the erect broom as it dancing menacingly in front of her. It then came very close and she decided on one last kick. But again she found her feet anchored to the ground. The broom then danced around Lisa’s back and stood between the two friends.

Susan watched as it then leapt up in the air and struck Lisa on the back. Immediately she bent forward. It then struck each shoulder in turn. Her arms shot forward towards the ground allowing her fingertips to rest on the floor. Lisa tried so hard to pull her hands off the floor and stand up but she was stuck good and fast.

The broom moved back between them and began to lean over. Susan looked on as the broom continued to move. She tried to speak to tell her friend what it was doing but found she couldn’t. It was now horizontal and hovering at the hem of Lisa’s dress. It began to slowly move under the fabric and gently tilted itself under the hem. It then began moving upward, carrying the dress with it. Susan found that she could not close her eyes of overt her gaze as the dress was slowly lifted. She could now see her friends slightly parted bare thighs as the dress hovered three quarters the way up her legs. 

She wondered how far the broom would lift her friend’s dress. It continued moving up and up until she could just she her knickers! Surely it would not go any higher? But it did until her knickers were exposed. The dress was allowed to rest on her back. Lisa felt so stupid, if only she had left the broom alone until she had received the training. She felt herself flush with embarrassment realising the view that Susan must now be having!

Susan’s broom now started moving again whilst Lisa’s stood upright nearby as though it was observing. It then gently rose and stroked Susan’s folded arms they fell to her sides. She went to move them but found should couldn’t. The broom then touched them again, this time they moved behind her and her hands grasped each other involuntarily. The broom then rested at an angle. Its brush on the ground whilst its handle pointed toward her menacingly. It then moved forward until the end of the handle rested on her navel. Just what had it mind? Susan pondered.

Before she could think too much the broom moved quickly upward catching her top and sending its buttons in all directions! The shirt fell open resting between her petit breasts and just exposing the delicate fabric of her white lace-trimmed bra. She glanced down and observed her gently heaving chest and frayed shirt. 

She saw from the corner of her eye the broom dance around and disappear behind her. Next she felt its rounded end push gently at the base of her spin. In a flash it then shot up the inside of her shirt and rested on her spine. It carried on upward at speed causing the top to fall abruptly from Susan’s shoulders and completely revealing her dainty white bra.

Lisa could see nothing from her position but could hear the tearing of fabric. Her broom then elevated itself and rested its rounded end on the small of her back, whilst Susan looked on.

It then slipped under the fabric and up the back of Lisa, who was still bent over. It rested for a few short moments, as though to cause a build up of anticipation, before pulling upwards towards the ceiling – taking most of the flimsy top with it! Lisa felt the sensation of the cotton fabric roughly brushing her small pink nipples as the top flew from her body followed by the cooling air as it caressed her nakedness. She was grateful that she hadn’t worn her new flowery bra – at least it wouldn’t be torn to bits like her new top! 

Susan looked on, her hands pinned to her side. Her eyes would not even blink has her gaze was fixed on her friend’s white knickers clinging to her bent-over pert bottom. She noticed that she was still wearing her pink shoes and white ankle socks, trimmed with pink decoration which, she observed, matched her underwear.

Lisa tried not to think to much as she remained bent over, her hands on the floor and her legs slightly parted. Susan then saw the brooms rise and levitating horizontally side-by-side. They drifted between the two girls and then rearranged themselves until they were touching end-to-end. Then, in a flash, they became vertical and suspended themselves either side of Lisa.

There they rested. Lisa sensed their presence but could not see them, her tummy had butterflies and her heart was pounding. Susan continued to look on in amazement. Then it happened. The brooms pushed themselves against each side of Lisa’s slim waist their heads upward. They then rested heir bulbous ends on her flesh and run down her side. In a flash they slipped inside the delicate elasticised waist of the knickers. It one quick move they pulled in unison outward. The skimpy fabric was torn in two equal parts. Each half flying to different corners of the room. 

Susan now had a view which was a completely new experience for her. Her friend’s labia and her anus! She tied to close her eyes but couldn’t. She continued to look. Lisa only had the slightest amount of downy pubic hair giving her rather large labia little camouflage. Her positioning meant that her buttocks were open enough to give a clear view of her tight pink anal ring. Susan felt herself flush with embarrassment. 
Lisa could only imagine what her friend could see! She too felt herself glowing with embarrassment. 

Susan still could not move. She stood there her hands grasping each other behind her back. She felt a little ridiculous wearing just her bra and short skirt whilst her friend was bending over in front of her. Her worse fear now was that someone else would enter the room! 

The brooms began circling around her. One went behind whilst the other stood erect and intimidating in front of her – its globular end just inches from her face. She felt something gently strike her hands and was aware they were free of they magical entrapment. Before she could enjoy their freedom her arms shot in the air as though she was reaching for the ceiling. 

Susan tried to yell but no words would come out of her mouth. The brooms danced around celebrating the fun they were having with the two novice and nieve virgin witches. Her own broom stopped dancing and moved towards her face. Its decorative end caressed her lips she felt that it was slightly damp. Its slightly musky aroma filled her nostrils. She noticed that her tongue could move and involuntarily licked her lips. It touched the brooms bulbous end, which remained on her lower lip. It tasted like the sea but was a little sticky. Her tong darted forward and was out of control. It was soon licking the engorged end of the handle lick like it was a delicious ice cream! Susan could do nothing to stop herself.

Her mind only taken off the weird sensation by what was happening behind her. She felt her long plated hair being wrapped around the other broom’s handle. It soon had control of her head. It soon was making her head bob gently up and down like a toy nodding dog. The end of her broom now slipped between her lips and feared she might choke. Her head now moved slowly up and down controlled by the stranglehold on her long hair. She could feel the bulbous end getting warmer and warmer and wetter and wetter as her disgusting tongue vigorously licked and welcomed it. 

How much longer would this humiliation last? She wondered. But it was not for long. Seconds later the engorged end of the broom erupted into her mouth filling it was a salty goo and withdrew. She wanted to spit out the strange liquid. But her mouth and tongue had other ideas. Susan felt herself swallow and swallow again until she had devoured it all.

Before she could completely comprehend what had happened she was aware that her hair was now free. She was relieved and could even move her head a little. She could not see the brooms and guessed that they were both behind her. If only she could speak and say a spell to stop this going any further. All was not still and she thought that perhaps their spell was losing its power. Maybe the brooms had collapsed and returned to their dormant state? Possibly Lisa and herself would soon be able to move.

No sooner that she had wished for those things she was brought to reality. She felt her short wrap-around skirt being lifted from behind. She felt it getting tighter around her waist as the broom was twisted it around its shaft. She heard a button fall to the ground followed by another. It then disappeared behind her. She remembered she was wearing a matching set of underwear. Her tiny white lacy knickers now joined her petite white lacy bra, exposed some moments earlier. 

Susan managed to gulp as she imagined was what about to occur. Her prediction was correct. One broom slipped up the back of her bra and vigorously yanked it causing the tiny clasps to break and the garment shot up her arms, over her hands and hit the ceiling. She was now only too aware that her small and puffy breasts and pink nipples were now exposed, and she could do nothing to cover them. It wasn’t being naked that was concerning her, she had become accustomed to that during her time at the college. It was more the circumstances that were unacceptable. 

Then she felt the brooms slid up her outer thighs and then up inside the elasticised leg of her dainty knickers. It a flash they tore them from her revealing her small rounded bottom and dainty mound of dark pubic hair. All that remained of her fetching outfit were her pink shoes and white ankle socks.

Her hands then were released and they fell beside her. She then felt a push on her back and she bent over her hands reaching for the floor to stabilise her. She looked up and realised that her face was just a fraction away from Lisa’s exposed most intimate places! Her long hair was again grasped and her head manoeuvred. Susan’s tongue moved around her mouth involuntarily, as though it was seeking out as tasty morsel. Her tongue had always been of interest to others. The fact that it was long and that she could touch the end of her nose with it always got a laugh at parties. In a science lesson she impressed her fellow students by being in the minority that could role her tongue.