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Room-mate\'s Surprise	By : S-Mutt Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 75053 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Room-mate's Surprise
- 2-Parvati's Turn
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Parvati came up to Hermione in the dorms, sidling up shyly in a sideways approach. She cleared her throat, blushing and risking a glance down to Hermione’s skirt. Her cunt clenched just thinking about it.
“Hermione…”
Hermione put her essay down, turning her chair to face her roommate. She narrowed her eyes—Parvati didn’t approach often, and she usually only did it to cause mischief.
The Indian witch swallowed. “I was…I mean can you…”
Hermione arched an eyebrow, “Eloquent.”
PArvati blushed darkly and dropped her head down. “Please fuck me too!”
“Lavender’s been bragging, has she?” Hermione murmured.
Lavender flounced into the dorm, greeting them—her steps faltering and her eyes widening as she took in Hermione’s even gaze and Padma’s flushed face.
With a quick flick of her wrist the blonde was tied to her desk chair, gagged and clothes askew from the force of the magic.
“Naughty girl,” Hermione turned to Parvati, “And you want to be fucked by me?
Parvati flushed and squeezed her eyes shut as she blurted out: “I’ve had a crush on you forever!” She squeaked but ducked her head down and pressed on. “I hated it when Lav told me about you fucking her. I was so jealous!” Her eyes snapped up, burning into Hermione’s amused ones. “And now I am so happy that Lavender has to be tied up and watch you fuck me.”
“My, aren’t we vindictive,” Hermione purred with a smile.
Lavender squirmed in the chair she was tied to, a pout making her lips purse around the stocking they’d gagged her with.
“On your knees,” Hermione murmured, spreading her legs and slouching slightly in the chair.
Parvati immediately dropped to her knees, shuffling forward between Hermione’s legs.
With another spell the wtich was divested of clothing, Hermione still dressed. She carefully uknotted her tie and slid it from around her neck, slowly, making the two witches watch her strip tease.
The shirt was similarly lazily removed, her gold eyes watching PArvati and giving no attention to Lavender. The blonde bitch was being punished, after all, and Lav loved being the centre of attention.
When Hermione was finally undressed, her cock standing proud at attention, she carefully watched Parvati struggle to hold herself back for permission. Hermione smiled cattily. “Suck my cock, witch.”
The Indian witch surged forward, panting as she licked up and down the thick shaft and mouthed the huge balls.
Her lips stretched wide over Hermione’s cock, drooling around the thick meat and making lewd slurping noises because she couldn’t create proper suction. Hermione purred to encourage her, smirking at the Indian witch. The little bitch was practically cumming just sucking on her fuck stick.
Hermione laughed softly, petting the dark smooth hair as her gold eyes turned up to the desperate Lavender squirming in her desk chair. “Isn’t she so good at this Lav-Lav? It’s too bad you didn’t get to worship my dick like this too.”
The blonde arched, crying as her flushed skin glistened with sweat and her knickers darkened with telltale moisture. Hermione grinned ferally at the blonde restrained in the chair, liking her whimpers and tears. Served her right for spreading tales.
Parvati moaned, practically choking herself on Hermione’s cock as she pushed further down the engorged meat—obviously taking delight in doing something Lavender hadn’t gotten to.
Hermione snarled and gripped her hair hard, pushing her head down all the way so that her tiny nose and glittering nose stud disappeared into her curls. The witch gagged, but her hips twitched and she started crying through an orgasm.
The gagging felt amazing around her cock, but she let the witch back up a bit to hump into her cheek as Parvati recovered from her orgasm.
“Are you wet enough, bitch?”
Parvati nodded frantically, sucking desperately on her cock head, her wide dark eyes glistening with tears and her face flushed as she humped at the air.
“Good girl, come up here.” Parvati scrambled to get into Hermione’s lap. “No, face Lavender, there pet. We want her to see everything don’t we?”
Parvati moaned and turned around, panting and arching as she settled astride Hermione’s thighs.
Hermione hummed as she played with Parvati’s little tits, pinching her dark nipples and twisting them. It was so amusing how little pheromones she needed for this bitch, this catty witch who’d made her years in the dorms hell with teasing and pranks.
Now desperate to be fucked by her.
“Look Lavender,” she purred, as if the blonde was looking anywhere else. “Parvati is so tiny, do you think we’ll be able to see my dick when it’s inside her?”
Then she surged up, spreading the slippery cunt of Parvati around her thick meat. Parvati screamed and arched hard, her hands scrabbling for purchase as she came. Hermione laughed and fucked her through it, loving the twitching of the tight cunt on her cock as her orgasm seemed to keep on rolling.
“There’s a pretty bitch! All tight and desperate for my cock, cumming before we even get started. Can you see Lavender? Look how stretched she is around my cock!”
Hermione described everything in the filthiest language she could, because Lavender was seeing it but Hermione was making it more real. If the bitch hadn’t blabbed she might have gotten this cock again.
Hermione patted at Parvati’s belly, pressing and grinding her cock in her pussy while caressing the obvious bump in her belly. You could see Hermione’s cock while it was inside the Indian witch.
With an abrupt surge she started fucking Parvati harder, pressing on her back until she leaned and eventually ended up on all fours in front of the chair, Hermione kept on fucking her through several orgasms.
Lavender was moaning like a whore, squirming desperately in her bindings.
Served her right.
Parvati was a tiny witch, and her cum belly made her look pregnant. Hermione liked that look, leaned over the tiny bitch and played with her clit and nipples and bit at her neck to make her orgasm again.
Hermione held her hips snapped right to Parvati’s cunt, the witch jolting at the force, as she came into her cunt.
The belly was taut and stretched now, and Hermione licked her lips as she pulled out. In this position, with Parvati’s face pressed into the rug, nothing would leak out.
Good.
Hermione smoothed her hands over the toffee colored witch, pinching her bum cheeks contemplatively. “Lavender took it in the ass and loved it,” she murmured almost absently.
She smirked as Lavender started to protest against her gag, either not wanting Parvati to know that or not wanting Parvati to experience it. The Indian witch shuddered and pressed her ass up harder, starting to beg.
“Oh yes! Please! I can do anything Lavender did! I’ll do it better! Take my ass!”
Hermione laughed and pressed a finger against the tight rosebud, murmuring a spell to lubricate her. Even as sopping as Parvati was, Lavender had been the messier bitch. And Hermione didn’t like any blood in her play.
Parvati started to whine, crying, thinking she wouldn’t be getting any more cock.
Hermione pressed against her taint and slid slowly in, Parvati’s cries turned into sobs as her body shook and undulated, a slow orgasm rolling through her.
Lavender started sobbing.
Jealous.
Hermione started fucking the witch again, starting slow until she’d had a few orgasms and was drooling into the rug. Then she started fucking her harder, loving how her body jolted and she cried out—overtaken with orgasms and the force of snapping hips.
A sigh escaped Hermione, a happy little content thing as the witch pulled another orgasm from her. She leaned and crowded over the witch, rumbling her pleasure and deciding to make the last one count. She rolled the pair, bracing on their sides and reaching down to lift Parvati’s leg high and splay her for Lavender’s viewing pleasure.
Lavender’s blue eyes blinked as she cried, humping at the air as far as her bonds would let her.
Hermione snarled and pounded into the hgasping witch, her nails clawing at the rug as she arched and came and shuddered. Hermione kept on pounding, pushing her through two more orgasms until the Indian witch was crying and gasping with each painful tightening of her muscles.
Then Hermione came, surging into the little bitch.
As the pair caught their breath in the sounds of Lavender crying, Hermione pet the cum belly she’d given the witch.
“Maybe you should have told me about your crush sooner,” Hermione said absently to the almost comatose witch. “I could have fucked you instead of putting up with your nonsense—filled your mouth with my cock instead of listening to your insults. Why, you could have been my permanent dick warmer while I sat and did homework.”
Parvati shuddered, and Hermione pulled out—standing and leaving the witch on the floor.
She went to bed happily, splayed out with her glistening cock resting on her thigh.
Parvati passed out happily on the rug, a dazed expression on her face and cum all over her. Her ruined cunt and arse on display from her splayed legs.
Lavender whimpered until she fell asleep, her need unattended.
Hermione smirked and stared up at her canopy—it was funny how room mate’s could still surprise each other after so many years.
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