Promiscuous Hermione | By : joeparas1988 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 27593 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Chapter 2: Hermione/Tiberius - Hermione/ Cormac, Parvati/ Seamus, Lavender/ Dean, Swinging orgy
Hermione and Cormac stood together by the punch bowl at Slughorn’s latest soirée, both just watching and commenting on the evening’s revellers and partygoers alike. Neither, it turned out, was much into dancing and both had already done the rounds and mingled upon their arrival at the extravagantly decorated room in the dungeons.Speaking of, Hermione was pretty surprised at the room’s opulence. Normally, these dos were mostly gatherings of students every second Friday with the odd celebrity appearance by one of Professor Slughorn’s ‘Slug Club’ alumni. They would be held in the room adjoining his quarters and would be little more than a lavish dinner party.Occasionally – like tonight, for instance – he went above and beyond and while the regular meeting tended to be quite the bore, these proper parties were anything but. With nearly all of Slughorn’s famous ‘pupils’ attending each one, they were a fantastic place to network – especially for an aspiring politician like Hermione.The room itself was really little more than an enlarged, unused classroom. With the liberal use of House Elf magic, however, the normally dusty and unsightly room had been transformed into a luxurious den of opulence. Dark emerald drapes and elaborate candelabras lined the walls while at the head of the room a table had been set up with an assortment of alcoholic beverages – the centrepiece a beautifully carved serpent of crystal that dispensed whatever alcohol one desired.Needless to say, these special gatherings were seventeen and above only.The room was filled with people, some she had recognized on arrival, and most she didn’t. Occasionally, she could even hear Slughorn laughing over the noise of the chatter. Turning to the obviously forced laughter, Hermione had to supress a snort of amusement at the familiar scene.Madam Pomfrey and Professor Slughorn were once again competing through their prized students, who stood dutifully by their sides and looked unsurprisingly disinterested – that isn’t to say a rivalry didn’t exist between the students in question too, but Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass were above such petty, adversarial displays.Well, they were now anyway.Both were scarily gifted in the art of Healing; Daphne – Slughorn’s pupil – excelling in the potions branch and Harry – Pomfrey’s – the charms and transfiguration branch of healing. Both had already written papers extolling their preferred method’s virtues and both already with countless job offers the second they graduate.“You think they’re shagging?” Cormac asked in amusement as he caught his date for the evening gazing at the two exasperated teens, both making an obvious effort to not pay the other any attention.It was understandable why he’d ask the question. Both could understandably claim the title of most desirable student for their genders in the school – heck, if not all magical Britain.Daphne was simply stunningly gorgeous. Lithe of frame with a perfect ass and hips, she had thick, supple lips, glacial blue eyes and flowing black hair. She wore a tasteful navy blue, backless cocktail dress that showed no cleavage, unlike her own scarlet red number – ‘Boobs aren’t as good as mine, bitch!’.Harry – ‘Oh Merlin, he gets sexier every time I turn around!’ – had been taught by someone how to dress to impress recently, and it certainly hadn’t been her. He wore his black shirt tucked into his grey slacks, both an extremely slim cut that showed off his bum brilliantly. He’d also replaced his circle-frame eyeglasses with a wayfarer frame and had a cute, fluffy attempt at facial hair predominantly along his jawline and upper lip. While he wasn’t boyishly handsome like her date, Harry had already attained the fabled rugged appeal men twice his age desperately strived for with tattoos and ear piercings. Being a hero certainly helped in that regard. As did the scar across the bridge of his nose that replaced the quickly fading one on his forehead.God she wanted him. ‘Just once,’ she prayed.Letting out an exasperated sigh, he slipped his hands in his pockets and looked over his shoulder directly at Hermione and rolled his eyes. He then motioned to the two arguing adults and shrugged helplessly.“Not a chance,” Hermione replied as she smiled at Harry and shrugged in acknowledgement. “If Harry’s not buried in his studies, he’s either eating or sleeping.”“If you say so,” Cormac replied sounding unconvinced, the handsome idiot. Like someone as criminally asexual as Harry could keep something like that from her, his best friend. Hermione turned to Cormac and accepted the flute of punch he’d handed her and eyed her date appreciatively. Cormac was dressed similarly to Harry, but wore a maroon shirt and charcoal slacks and waistcoat. Cormac was also wider at the shoulders, something Hermione certainly appreciated in her men.Too bad he wasn’t as smart. Or powerful. ‘Oh well.’“Hey, you don’t mind if I go chat to Gwenog Jones for a few do you?” Cormac practically pleaded as he spied the Quidditch star’s latest conversation buddy depart for some reason or another.Knowing she wasn’t being snubbed and that her date had serious aspirations at a pro Quidditch career, Hermione shrugged in ascent. “Sure, there’s someone I wanted to speak to anyway.”“Thanks, you’re the best!” he praised with boyish cheer and pecked her on the cheek. He really was like an excitable puppy. She hoped for his sake his energetic nature translated to other pursuits.Knowing he’d be buttering Jones up for a while, Hermione looked for her latest conquest. As much as she abhorred being unable to skip out on the biweekly Slug Club dinner parties, it was all worth it for the opportunities coming to events like these afforded to an aspiring politician like herself.Seeing her mark currently chatting with some twenties-something pretty thing, Hermione smirked in triumph.‘He likes them young.’Turning her head over her shoulder and pretending to talk to someone behind her, Hermione unceremoniously bumped into the young woman and spilled her punch all over the back of her dress.“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry!” Hermione exclaimed as she pulled one of the heavy emerald drapes nearby and began to dab at the annoyed young woman’s dress.“No, it’s alright,” she replied through gritted teeth, shooing Hermione’s hands away. “Give me a mo’ while I go freshen up Tiberius. I’ll be back in a jiffy!”The middle aged man nodded, his eyes glued to his companion’s derriere as she stormed off to the bathroom to magic out any stains.“Ah, Hermione!” Tiberius McLaggen exclaimed with what he no doubt thought was a roguish smile, the Dragon tooth earring in his ear as much an eyesore as it was ludicrous. “Enjoying your time with my nephew?”“He’s off trying to cosy up with Gwenog Jones,” Hermione replied with a smile and a shrug. “You know him, he couldn’t help himself.”“Hah!” He barked out boisterously. “That lad won’t stop until he’s pro, I just know it! Pride of the family, that one.”“He has a lot to be proud of,” Hermione said with a sweet smile. “It’s obvious to see where he gets his looks from!”Alright, she was being as subtle as a dragon in Madam Puddifoot’s, but she really didn’t need to try all that hard with someone so willing. Best to be obvious, then discreet and leave them confused.Tiberius flushed and preened at the same time at her praise.“Indeed! It seems Quidditch isn’t my nephew’s only talent. He seems to have landed the prettiest woman at Hogwarts for a girlfriend!”He was buttering her up, she knew it. It still made Hermione preen to get one over on Daphne fekking Greengrass, even if he could very well be just saying it.“Oh, it’s nothing serious yet, Mister McLaggen,” Hermione assured him while placing her hand gently on his forearm. “This is our first date, in fact. Who knows though? I’m a very fun girl to have around, if he plays his cards right.”“Indeed, indeed,” Tiberius agreed distractedly, his eyes glued to the hand still on his forearm.‘Got him,’ Hermione thought victoriously with a sexy smirk, as the older man’s eyes moved to her cleavage before resting again on her face. ‘Like stunning gnomes in a burrow’.“Would you mind following me for a moment?” Hermione asked innocently as she surreptitiously cast a Notice-me-not charm over the both of them by channelling her magic through the wand strapped to her thigh. It was an advanced technique, being able to cast magic through your wand when not held in hand, but after seeing what Harry was capable of, it’s not one she thought particularly amazing.Besides, she could only cast the most basic of charms that way. Still, being able to levitate a book or a mug of coffee towards her without whipping out her wand made up for the months it’d taken for Harry to teach her the trick.“Of course, my lady,” Tiberius acquiesced with an exaggerated bow. Hermione smiled and grabbed him by the hand before leading him through the door not ten feet away.Tiberius looked around in confusion as Hermione shoved him into what was very obviously once upon a time a very spacious storeroom. The stains on the floor and the shelves lining the walls suggested it may have once been a potions ingredients storeroom. Several stools littered the stained, cobblestone floor and, after locking the door, Hermione pointed her wand at one of the and expertly transfigured it into a comfy looking couch.“What a marvellous piece of magic my - woah!” Tiberius exclaimed in surprise as Hermione shoved him onto the couch with a hard shove. Tiberius looked to her in shock but whatever he was about to say died on his tongue at the sight of Hermione’s bare breasts capped by two rock hard, dark nipples staring at him. “Oh my…”Hermione smirked sexily at him as she wound her hair up in a bun and held it in place with her wand. She had lowered the front of her dress the second she’d locked them in the room, exposing her bra-less breasts to the mature man before her.This storeroom wasn’t heated like the main room they’d just vacated, the chilly air causing a delightful shiver to run down Hermione’s spine when it caressed her aching nipples.Tiberius eyes never left her breasts as Hermione finished removing her dress before the stunned man’s eyes. His eyes impossibly grew wider when he realized she wasn’t wearing any form of underwear whatsoever as they appreciatively eyed her bald – still a little red from her earlier escapades with Dean - cunny.Removing her stilettos, she carefully dropped to her knees before Tiberius and began rubbing his inner-thighs sensuously.“You’re so handsome, I couldn’t really help myself. I hope you don’t mind?” Hermione teased with a tilt of her head and a saucy smile.Not trusting his voice, Tiberius began slowly nodding his head before widening his eyes in shock when he realized what he was doing and shaking it rapidly. Hermione laughed aloud in delight at having this mature man putty in her hands before she unzipped his fly and, with his help, quickly divested him of his pants.He was rock hard and marvellously average in size in both length and girth. After having Dean’s monster in her earlier Hermione dreaded finding the older man with a basilisk in his trousers.She sensuously placed his hands on her breasts and he was quick to begin alternating bouncing them in his hand and pinching her nipples. She gave him a wink as she leaned forward to trail kisses up high thigh, to his ball sack and up his shaft to the tip of his penis.He sucked in an excited breath and held it as Hermione poked her tongue out and started swirling it around his tip then let it out along with a delighted whimper when she parted her lips further and sunk down on his cock until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.His hands left her breasts and moved to tangle themselves in her wavy hair. Tentatively at first, he eventually began to give her a rather pleasing scalp massage as she went down on him.Her lips smirked around his cock as one of her fingers gathered up some of the saliva lathering his member and gently pushed it into his anus to simultaneously stimulate his prostate. This earned Hermione a shocked gasp followed by a high pitched whimper as she drew away when she felt him about to blow.She stood up amidst his desperate pleas of “Why?” only to silence him with a kiss. Tiberius understood the answer to his own question when Hermione straddled his lap while reaching behind her to line his member up with her dripped pussy.She kissed him again to silence his moans of delight and began to slowly grind and pump atop the very pleasantly shocked man. If someone were to walk in that moment they’d see Hermione’s legs either side of her lover’s while her pussy stretch to accommodate his cock. Leaning forward into her lover with her face buried in his neck, her delectable ass stuck out as it rose and fell in slow, hypnotic movements while her spine bent and swayed in unison.Unfortunately, Hermione wasn’t even close to orgasm when Tiberius moans reached a crescendo and he stiffened before filling her with his warm seed. Hermione continued to ride him for several more moments as his cock waned and slipped out of her moist, unsatisfied quim.“That was lovely,” Hermione lied as she leaned back and seated herself on his knees, his cock now between them and being milked with whatever seed it had left. She then proceeded to lick her hands clean right before his disbelieving eyes while her unoccupied hand toyed with his unresponsive member.“Why?” Tiberius asked with a confused face. “Not that I’m not immensely pleased and grateful that a beautiful young woman like yourself would spend her valuable time with me!” he hastened to add.Pleased and slightly flattered by the claim, she looked the incredibly influential politician and rich philanthropist in the eye and said, “All I ask is that you remember the name, Hermione Granger.”
Hermione returned to the party to find the revelry had died down considerably with most people eyeing a clearly annoyed Daphne Greengrass with barely concealed curiosity.
“What’d I miss?” Hermione asked her date when she found him standing alone nursing a glass of some pineapple-y looking cocktail.“For you,” he said handing her the drink absently. “You just get back from the lavatory?” She nodded in ascent as she gave a smile of thanks and tasted the shockingly sweet drink to find it surprisingly delicious.Having fanatical dentists as parents growing up, she hadn’t been allowed many opportunities to try sweet things in her youth. She had a taste for them now, however.“It’s rather hard to say,” he said, looking confused. “They’d been perfectly fine ignoring each other all night, it seemed, but Greengrass just laughed at something Slughorn said then said something that must have pissed Harry off. He just called her an idiot child and left without another word.”She’d have to worm the full story out of Harry later; he normally wasn’t prone to public displays of emotion like that.Well, he wasn’t really prone to ‘public’ in general. Harry was a young man who rather enjoyed his own company – a little too much, in her opinion.“You want to leave?” Hermione asked Cormac after gulping down the rest of her drink and threading her arm through his.“What? But it’s still so…” Cormac didn’t get a chance to finish that thought as Hermione turned her back to the room before leaning up to his ear and taking his lobe in between her teeth gently.“I said,” she purred sensuously. “Do you want to leave?”She was positively itching for Cormac right then, especially given his uncle’s lacklustre performance. Sure, he’d been handsome and powerful enough to get her motor going, but not even remotely skilled enough to handle her.She hoped that level of enthusiasm or talent didn’t run in the family.“Oh!” Cormac exclaimed, his cheeks flushing adorably. “I- I’d heard things, but I didn’t want to presume…”“Presume all you like,” Hermione urged with a wicked smile. “I assure you, you won’t offend me. I may even enjoy it.”Emboldened and slightly annoyed by the challenge to his masculinity, he quickly plastered a smile on his handsome face and took her hand in his, “Lead the way, Granger.”They bid a hasty retreat from the party, nodding politely but ignoring anyone who seemed to try and impeded them with conversation.They reached the mostly empty Gryffindor common room in record time. Hermione paused to apply her second Notice-me-not charm of the evening, privately glad the scrunchie was still fixed to the railing.Cormac resisted only briefly when she made to pull him up the stairs to her room, his shocked face priceless when he realised no sirens had been triggered for setting foot on them. He’d probably assumed they’d be returning to his room, or maybe even a filthy broom cupboard somewhere.Not tonight.The girls had been kind of right earlier that day when they’d claimed she hadn’t brought anyone back for them to play with for a while.Time to remedy that.“Bloody hell!” Cormac exclaimed in a hushed yet shocked tone at the sights and smells that greeted him when Hermione opened the door to ‘paradise’.‘At least we know they’ll be in the mood’, Hermione thought with a wicked smirk as she pulled Cormac through the opening and pushed him roughly onto her bed. She removed her dress and kicked off her shoes for the second time that night as Cormac looked on what was happening around him in shock.Neither Parvati nor Seamus noticed them entering, and why would they? The buff Irishman had Parvati on all fours before him as he pistoned in and out of her – no doubt – abused quim. Both were virtually dripping in sweat (and other secretions, no doubt), which was unsurprising, especially if Seamus could keep up that pace for any serious length of time.The Indian girl’s fringe was matted against her forehead, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open in what seemed to be a continuous, silent scream. Cormac found it hard to look away from her modest breasts, which rocketed back and forth in tune with their shagging, but did so to spy a grinning Lavender and Dean looking right at him with identical smirks.Both were completely naked over on Lavender’s bed but while Seamus and Parvati were rutting furiously, Lavender and Dean were much more measured and sensual.“Bloody hell,” Cormac echoed himself as he spied Dean’s mammoth member spreading Lavender’s red-raw pussy lips almost obscenely. She was riding him, raising herself up and down his pole while leaning forward and gripping two of the bed posts.Dean looked like he could easily have been on a banana lounge in Mallorca with how relaxed he looked, unlike his girlfriend who, while no longer sweating like Seamus or Parvati, had clearly been so not long ago – especially if the sheen over her glorious body was anything to go by.Leaning forward as she rode her boyfriend allowed Cormac a great look at arguably one of the best racks he’d ever seen – in real life or Playwizard. Lavender’s tiny frame was obviously not a factor when it came to the size of her breasts; in fact they seemed large in spite of that. Topped with large, pink nipples, Cormac found himself getting painfully hard in his tight pants as he watched them sway like a pair of pendulums.“I think your date likes my mams, Granger,” Lavender joked earning a scoff from Hermione.“Everyone loves your mams,” Hermione countered as she crawled onto the foot of her bed naked as the day she was born, her hair once again pulled up in a bun and secured with her wand.Cormac turned to her at the sound of her voice and the feeling of the bed springs compressing.“Bloody hell,” Cormac exclaimed again at the sight of his ludicrously beautiful and buck naked date.“I think he’s broken,” Lavender joked before moaning sensually as she came down on Dean’s cock. “Not how you were expecting the night to turn out McLaggen?”Finally gathering his wits, he turned to Lavender, “Did I expect to partake in an orgy?! No, I can’t say I did!”Hermione smiled as she pushed him down onto his back as Parvati finally let out a long, throaty wail. “I like it when you’re presumptuous.”Cormac’s eyes were glued to her breasts. While obviously not as big as Lavender’s, Hermione was immensely pleased that they so ably held his attention. She leaned down to kiss the shell-shocked young man as she began to unbutton his shirt.She made it all of two buttons before groaning in annoyance. She leaned back on his thighs and secretly enjoyed Cormac’s eyes, wide with lust, as she whipped her wand out and pointed it at him.A quick spell later and Cormac’s clothes were ripped from his body and hurled towards the bedroom door. Either he didn’t seem to notice, or he just didn’t care because his hands immediately flew to her breasts, taking a handful in each hand while simultaneously tweaking her nipples.Hermione sighed in approval then moan simply at the sight of his beautiful cock. Thankfully – and unsurprisingly, really – he wasn’t nearly as big as Dean. Probably a solid seven inches and as thick as her wrist, it was the perfect size. She bent over and gave his knob a few experimental and teasing links before locking eyes with him and taking him down to the base.Cormac’s mouth and eyes were wide with shock as she deep throated him. Hermione tried to telepathically convey her lust for him through her eyes alone and, though the thought ridiculous, she could feel his member already vibrating and getting ready to release.He whined almost like a dog that’d had its bone snatched away when she pulled off him just as he was about to cum. She smirked and rubbed his well-defined chest – the very sigh of his naked, ripped torso virtually setting her core on fire – before leaning over to her bedside table and opening the top drawer.She moaned softly when she felt his lips take one of her nipples into his mouth and nurse on it tenderly. She threaded a hand through his blonde locks and rubbed his head in encouragement as she removed one of the dozen or so identical vials from the drawer.“Drink this,” she instructed the confused and befuddled young man below her. “It’ll keep you ‘up for it’ all night,” she paused to look over her shoulder and the stull furiously rutting Parvati and Seamus before across the room to a still smirking Dean and Lavender. She turned back to him with a raised brow and a saucy smirk, “In case you haven’t noticed, you’ve a lot of work ahead of you tonight and we won’t have you dying on us.”He couldn’t swallow the potion any quicker if he had done so whole – vial and all. The implications of what the evening promised enough to almost make him lose it just thinking about it. Tossing the empty vial aside, Cormac launched himself at Hermione’s lips, his abs tensing and sticking out even more so than usual.Hermione moaned into his mouth then laughed in delight when he flipped them over and buried himself in her drenched pussy in one, fluid move. That delightful laugh quickly turned into a surprise moan when he bottomed out in her in one thrust.Lavender and Dean were now the observers as the big-breasted young woman sat on the edge of her bed, her boyfriend’s head in her lap and his lips nursing on a large, pink nipple. She watched as Cormac grabbed Hermione by the ankles and spread her legs not-uncomfortably wide before starting to furiously fuck her into the mattress – she did this while simultaneously stroking her boyfriend’s huge dick. Dean, too, watched the rutting duo as he and his girlfriend stimulated each other enough to keep them ‘warm’ for the first imminent swap.“Merlin you’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” Cormac praised breathlessly as he tirelessly slammed into an enraptured Hermione who, while trying her best not to inform the whole castle of the happenings in their room, couldn’t help herself from involuntarily moaning like a banshee in heat.She’d never considered herself a ‘moaner’, only a certain French ambassador having been able to make her sink like a canary during lovemaking, but the uncommon combination of already being incredibly horny and frustrated, and Cormac’s surprisingly forceful, energetic and entirely welcome technique had done it.Cormac was apparently very talented, but the moons and planets had needed to align before he could produce in her the same reaction Antoine Delacour could so easily coax out of her.Not being Antoine Delacour was definitely not something she could reasonably hold against anyone though, and she finally calmed down enough to control herself and reign in her voice. She looked down her stomach between her wildly bouncing breasts and zeroed in on Cormac’s beautiful cock spearing into her while all the statuesque muscles on his torso flexed in time with his thrusts.“You’re so hot Cormac,” Hermione praised breathlessly as she let herself completely fall against her beds and stretched out to grab onto something to brace herself for this wild wide, but her sex-addled brain hadn’t settled on what.That was the scene Parvati first noticed when she recovered from a thunderous orgasm.“When did you two get here?!” She exclaimed incredulously as she crawled up on severely wobbly legs and pointed to them in shock. If Cormac had the brain capacity at that time to notice or even care about Parvati’s complete lack of modesty given the situation, he certainly didn’t show it.Despite the situation, both Hermione and Cormac devolved into giddy giggles as his thrusts slowed to a crawl. He began to savour each thrust into his date, taking a moment to rest and gyrate his hips when fully sheathed before slowly pulling back out to rinse and repeat.“They just got back,” Lavender informed the surprised Parvati and Seamus. “And it looks like our girl finally brought us back someone new to play with.”“Blimey, you three are unbelievable,” Seamus praised while taking in deep gulps of air. He looked and sounded like he’d just run a marathon – which would probably be less strenuous than the truth – with his pale face flushed red and his whole body covered in beads of sweat.“You’re not so bad yourself. Now I know why Lav wouldn’t shut up about you,” Parvati complimented with a flirty smile before leaning over and grabbing the Irish boy by the back of the head and dragging him to her for a rough, sloppy kiss.Hermione and Cormac may as well have been in their own little world with the amount of attention they paid their roommates. Seamus began to stroke his thick, six-and-a-half incher unabashedly as he eyed up a nude Hermione for the first time. Cormac’s broad back may have been covering up all the good bits, but just seeing her legs splayed out like that as the Quidditch star drilled her into the bed was a sight to behold in and of itself.Cormac hefted one of Hermione’s long, toned legs over his shoulder, turning his head to lick it from her ankle to the back of her knee. Hermione’s breath quickened and she moaned softly as he wrapped her other leg around his waist and began to rub at her exposed clit with a cheeky grin.Hermione inhaled sharply through her nose and her eyes fluttered when, with only his arm beside her head supporting him, Cormac began thrusting into her anew. Her hand on her clit never slowed in its ministration, if anything it intensified along with his thrusts.“Oh, go harder,” Hermione urged him as she wrapped her arms lazily around his neck. “Don’t worry,” she assured him as her eyes fluttered closed when he began to pull almost all the way out before slamming into her in long, rapid strokes, “I won’t break.”“The bed might,” Parvati joked dryly earning a smattering of snorts and giggles from the voyeurs that went totally unnoticed by the shagging couple.Lowering her leg so it joined the other around his waist allowed Cormac to get even closer to Hermione without hurting her. He used that to his advantage to bite down on one of her lovely nipples with just enough force to hurt, but not enough to break skin.The act was so shocking and so unexpectedly delightful – a thought, perhaps, for later – it brought Hermione’s climax on like a tidal wave of euphoria. Her body went ramrod straight when it happened, everything stopped as stars exploded behind her closed lids and pure pleasure seemed to assault all of her senses.Cormac looked on with pride as Hermione’s back virtually spasmed in ecstasy before him. He leaned back on his haunches but didn’t pull out of her as he watched Hermione turn her head into her pillow and let out a muffled, guttural moan.“Oh fuck off if you think I’m waiting after that!” Lavender exclaimed, breaking the silence the voyeuristic couples had fallen into at the sight of Hermione climaxing. Dean let out a bark of laughter and got up to free his eager, nymphomaniac of a girlfriend. He stumbled over to an exhausted looking Parvati who shook her head and covered her snatch with her hands.“No fair!” He whined piteously, earning himself a cute giggle from the Indian girl.“Oh you poor baby,” she cooed in an exaggerated baby voice as she grabbed his wrist and tossed him on her bed. “Does baby want mummy to play with his wee-wee?”“Ew,” Dean replied in deadpan, earning a giggle from Parvati only for it to be drowned out by her taking his log into her mouth. She had no chance of getting even half of it in orally – she wasn’t a freak like Lav – but she had her own ways of getting her best friend’s boyfriend off.Dean, who had been resting on his elbows while watching Parvati service him fell to his back when she leapt off his cock and reached over to snatch the bottle of lube off her bedside table. She popped the lid and applied a liberal amount to his balls as well as her fingers.Her dark eyes bores into Dean’s own and his breath hitched when she wiggled two of her fingers in down there and pressed.As Dean moaned unabashedly at Parvati’s ministrations, Cormac watched Lavender with wide eyed wonder as she stalked over to him and Hermione.She wasn’t very tall, but her slim waist, wide hips and swaying breasts were incredible. Like God had taken the normal amount of sex appeal for your average woman and crammed it into this pint-sized morsel.Before he could say otherwise, she’d climbed on Hermione’s bed with them and pushed him quite hard in the chest. His cock slipped out of Hermione as he fell back on his ass. The bed springs compressed yet again as Seamus climbed on too and sat gingerly on Hermione’s chest. He couldn’t see what the Irishman was doing, but he didn’t have to as he started to slowly thrust his hips, his back to them.“Don’t worry about them, look at me,” Lavender urged. Cormac didn’t need to be told twice and, without thought, his hands went straight to her pendulous tits and squeezed. “That’s a good boy,” she encouraged with a sultry smile as Cormac watched in awe as her boob flesh seeped out through his fingers.He’d never seen or had that happen to him before while fondling a pair of breasts.“You like my tits?” Lavender asked with a cute tilt of her head. She was mirroring Seamus’ position now and sitting on his chest too, but unlike the Irishman who was slowly fucking Hermione’s tits while reaching behind himself to rub her abused quim, Lavender leaned over began shaking her lovely mams in his face.As the boobs continued to hit him in the face, his head snapped to the right and bit down on one of her nipples before it could get out of reach again.So enraptured was he with his game of catch-the-tit he hadn’t even noticed Lavender positioning herself over his throbbing cock.The feeling of extreme tightness over his cock was surprising for more than one reason; first, the suddenness of the impalement, and the second the completely alien feel to the vice like grip over his manhood.A quick look down answered the mystery of the foreign feeling rather succinctly.Lavender had slid his cum-soaked cock right into her bum. All the way to the hilt.“Sorry,” Lavender said with a completely unapologetic smile and shrug. “I’d fuck you normally, but I’ve been fucking my boyfriend and Seamus all day. Dunno how fun that’d be.”Seeing the evidence for himself – her pussy looked absolutely slaughtered and not particularly inviting anyway – he shrugged and grabbed her hips for leverage before beginning to drive into her.“There we go!” Lavender exclaimed jubilantly as she began to move with him to increase their mutual pleasure. She was leaning backwards slightly given the odd angle of penetration and her boobs were flailing around wildly as a response to their furious rutting.Cormac couldn’t take his eyes off them. When she’d thrust down they’d fly up, and when she rose and he pulled out, they flopped down. The viciousness of both of their motions made the motions even more erotic and almost hypnotic.When Hermione finally came to her senses she was greeted with the sight of Seamus climbing onto her chest and positioning himself between her tits. She looked quickly to Cormac, hoping he wouldn’t be a problem and almost laughed at what she saw.‘Looks like he’ll fit right in with tonight’s festivities,’ she mused as she locked eyes with her housemate.“Fancy seeing you here,” Seamus greeted with a cheeky wink in what he no doubt thought was a suave voice.“Fancy seeing me in my room, on my bed, in the evening?” she countered with a playful tone and cheeky smile.“Nah,” Seamus replied before he opened the top drawer of her bedside table and grinned in triumph. She’d lecture him on privacy and not going through other people’s things if it wouldn’t sound so utterly ridiculous in the middle of an orgy. “Just like ‘Vati,” he crowed when he removed the bottle of lube from her top drawer. “Nah, what I meant was fancy seeing you here, beneath me, with your lovely titties wrapped around my cock.”She only smiled as he poured lube over the valley of her breasts and the cock in question before proceeding to give himself a titty fuck with her modest breasts.She’d never be as prolific as Lavender in that aspect, but Seamus obviously still thought her breasts large enough to be enjoyable.“Ahh, dunno why we never did this sooner,” Seamus lamented as he began sliding his cock between her breasts. Hermione kissed it every time it came close to her mouth but was mostly just massaging Seamus sculptured ass.Cormac had an athlete’s body, a perfect balance of lean, ripped and muscular while Dean was just wiry and lean. Seamus was properly buff, like, bodybuilder buff at only eighteen years of age.Some girls don’t like the look, but with the light reflecting of his body’s natural sheen, accentuating his bulging muscles and roguish good looks, she thought those women mad.“I’m a busy girl,” Hermione informed him with a cheeky wink.Seamus barked out in laughter, “Aye that you are! Lav’s been telling me about all your exploits today. You really had both Krum and Dimitrov at the same time?”“We had most of the Bulgarian Quidditch team between us,” Hermione informed in answer.“Some of them are girls,” Seamus pointed out with a puzzled frown.“Lav and Parvati didn’t seem to care.” She chuckled at his shocked look as the moans in the room picked up again. She looked around Seamus’ bulk to see Cormac slamming up into Lav’s ass – ugh, she’d never understood anal – and Parvati heroically tackling Mount Thomas orally.Hermione, feeling her desire skyrocketing once again, felt around for her wand and, once found, cleaned off Seamus’ dick as it continued to thrust between her breasts.“Oh?” Seamus didn’t look surprised, but matched her grin when she pushed him off her chest and crawled past him on all fours to hover over Cormac’s face – conveniently presenting her beautifully tight and raw pussy to the ecstatic Irishman.“Hey,” she whispered to him, his eyes shut in ecstasy as Lavender rode him with forceful thrusts. His eyes snapped open and met hers at the sound of her voice. “Hey yourself,” he said with a grin, eyeing her beautiful featured and thanking any deity that would listen for his luck in having this vixen accept his invitation to Slughorn’s party. Just then, overwhelmed with desire, lust and gratitude for this young woman, he leaned up to kiss her roughly the very moment Seamus thrust his freshly lubricated cock into her leaking pussy.She moaned throatily into Cormac’s mouth but didn’t break the kiss as Seamus did his work. Her body looked as if it were convulsing, such was the speed of Seamus’ powerful thrusting, but Hermione just let the pleasure consume her as she continued to kiss her date.“Oh Merlin!” Lavender moaned loudly as Cormac’s thrusting grew more vigorous. She held onto a bedpost for more support and threaded her other hand in Hermione’s curtain of hair to massage the base of her scalp.Without any windows open, the room felt like a furnace and Lavender felt deliciously icky as she felt sweat dripping from every pore in her body – a quick look around proved that to be true for everyone in the room. Most obviously it was between her wildly flailing breasts that smashed together and against her chest with every powerful thrust.A pair of strong arms snaked around her to hold them in place and she smiled as she leaned into her boyfriend’s embrace, another man’s cock firmly embedded in her ass. He kissed and nibbled on her neck as he fondled his girlfriend’s best physical feature.“Up for a proper stuffing?” Dean asked in her ear, his voice so close to her ear and the deep baritone he’d intoned sent a shiver through her body that went straight to her pussy.“Oh, you know it babe,” she whispered back hoarsely, trying, and failing to reign in her lust.Carefully and with Dean’s help so as to not hurt Cormac, they manoeuvred her around so that she was instead riding him reverse cowgirl, his dick still thrusting vigorously into her glorious ass. She looked down between the valley of her breasts as Dean roughly massaged her clit with one hand while feeding his engorged monster into her with another.Lavender froze, but while kissing Hermione, the curtain of her wavy brown hair blinded him to the happenings around him. Said curtain moved away along with those soft lips as Hermione pulled up and eyed the grinning Parvati above them.“Mind if I squeeze in and make this a proper ‘sixsome’?”Hermione only rolled her eyes at her roommate, but the smile they shared belied their true emotions. Cormac was once again blinded as Parvati crawled onto the bed and hovered over his face. His lips found her pussy immediately and attacked it with gusto.Hermione rested her head against Parvati’s perky breasts. She wasn’t a lesbian - or even bi-curious, really - but she sure as shit wouldn’t be the one to mess up the ‘sixsome’.Turning her head, she took one of Parvati’s dark nipples into her mouth. The surprised and delighted Indian girl moaned in delight at the double assault as she cradled her friend’s head against her bosom. Hermione’s warm tongue felt magnificent swirling around her aching nipple. Parvati received an even bigger shock moments later when Hermione’s hand snaked between her legs and began furiously rubbing her clit.All three girls were moaning furiously now as they neared their orgasms, Seamus hadn’t let up his furious thrusting in the slightest and Lavender was simply in heaven – her boyfriend fucking her pussy raw(er) while another boy was lodged firmly in her rosebud.Speaking of, Cormac had yet to crack wise on what that odd pressure he felt against his cock was whenever he bottomed out in Lavender’s ass. He had a theory, and the thought excited him so much he came on the spot, cock firmly in Lavender’s ass and tongue deep in Parvati’s pussy.Just then, a loud siren sounded throughout the Gryffindor common room, no doubt waking everybody up and alerting their Head of House that something was amiss.No participant of the orgy stopped though, their impending orgasms overriding their better judgement.The door to the room slammed open and in it stood a furious – nay, apoplectic – Minerva McGonagall.Her cry of outrage announced the orgasm of most everyone in the room, the thrill of being caught having been too much for them.Detentions were had.The scrunchie had finally failed them, Lavender and Parvati had thought.Hermione knew better. Harry doesn’t do ‘fail’.Someone had removed it.It didn’t take a genius.Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!Next 'chapter' will be a seperate story featuring either Ron or Harry. Harry's will be a smutty tale based on monogomy and a kinky sexual relationship while Ron, he's desperate for love and into older women. I'm leaning towards doing Harry's first, but seeinng as the next chapter of the 'Hermione' story will be several years in the future, I want to get the Ron and Harry (seperate -_-) stories up first.
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