Snape Brings in the New Year with a Bang

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 3 ~ Counting Down the Minutes, Snape-style

Snape dragged Hermione into his bedroom. He had very little in it. A dresser, a wardrobe, a chair and a huge four-poster bed. Without ceremony, he climbed into the bed and sat up against the headboard with his legs spread. Hermione stood in the center of his room, looking at him.

“Come on, Miss Granger,” Snape said, patting the mattress in front of him. “I need you to kneel right here, facing me.”

Hermione hesitated, then climbed in the bed and did as he asked.

“What are we doing? This doesn’t seem like a sexual position,” she said looking at him. Snape smirked.

“Miss Granger, the first thing you need to know about fucking, is there are optional pleasures involved. To get the most out of a sexual experience, it is important to utilize these options. In this case, you are going to perform fellatio on me. Fellatio means you will suck my cock with your mouth until I come,” he said.

Hermione looked at him.

“I don’t know if I want to do that,” she said, looking at his cock. It jumped and she started.

Severus frowned at her.

“Miss Granger, you sucking my cock will bring me pleasure. In exchange I will give you pleasure. We can’t fuck without giving each other pleasure, Miss Granger. You said you were curious. Show some courage, for gods sake,” he said, scowling.

Hermione looked at him.

“All right. What do I have to do?” she said. Snape put his hand on the back of her head.

“Lean down and put my cock in your mouth and suck on it, hard,” he breathed as he pulled her head down towards his leaking member.

Hermione bent, opened her mouth and took him in. He was huge, so she had to open her mouth wide to accommodate him. Snape groaned when the witch’s hot mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and started sucking on it.

“Whoooo, yes Miss Granger, that’s it,” he groaned, his hand still on the back of her head.

“Now you need to bob your mouth up and down my cock, sucking as you come up,” he breathed, pushing her head down over him. Hermione felt him hit the back of her throat and gagged.

“Relax!” he hissed as he pulled her head up by the hair, then pushed her back down. This time she didn’t gag.

“Good, now do it like I told you,” he growled. Hermione began to bob on his cock, sucking it as she pulled back. The Potions Master closed his eyes, his mouth dropping open as her mouth slid over him. He pushed her down with his hand a bit harder, and she gagged again, but kept going, her lips dragging along his shaft as the Potions Master groaned with pleasure.

“Do it faster, Miss Granger,” he breathed, his eyes snapping open. Hermione obeyed, swallowing him down at a faster pace. The Potions Master fisted his other hand in her hair, leaning back and pressing her face down into his lap over and over. He tilted his head so he could see her lips sliding over his glistening shaft, and he growled deep in his throat at the sight of his student servicing him, enjoying pumping his cock in the mouth that annoyed him so much for most of her tenure at Hogwarts.

“Miss Granger, reach between my legs with your hand and squeeze my balls, gently, very gently,” he breathed, “and use your other hand to slide up and down my cock to take care of the part you can’t fit in your mouth.”

Hermione obeyed him, feeling his cool balls in her palm. She rolled them around with her fingers as she continued to bob and suck his cock. The Professor was bucking up into her mouth as if he were having a kind of seizure in his loins, and cursing under his breath between groans and grunts, pushing her head down with both hands, his head thrown back against the headboard. She clutched his shaft with her other hand, feeling the silken skin sliding over his hardness as she worked it back and forth. He seemed to get bigger in her mouth as he pumped up and she slid down. Suddenly, she felt him trembling. She pulled his cock out her mouth

“Are you all right, Professor?” she asked.

The Professor cursed and forced her back on his cock, pushing her head down and burying himself in her wet mouth as deep as he could.

“Suck harder! I’m almost there! You swallow my come. Every drop!” he said hoarsely, as if he were having trouble talking. He pushed her mouth over him faster and faster, arching upward, his back curved away from the headboard. He was cursing again. Hermione worked her hand over his shaft and cupped and squeezed his balls and sucked as hard as she could. Suddenly the Professor stiffened, forced his cock almost into her throat and let out a stream of obscenities, as her mouth was flooded with hotness. She felt his balls bouncing in her palm in time with the jets of come he was shooting into her.

“Swallow!” he yelled at her, and Hermione did her best to comply as she felt him gushing in her mouth, groaning, and shuddering, caressing her head. Finally he stopped coming and she felt his cock deflating between her lips. She had swallowed most of his release, but a little dribbled down his softening shaft.

“Cn I shoft nw?” she asked him around his cock, which was still in her mouth.

The Professor was panting heavily, his head leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed, chest rising and falling. He looked down at her.

“Yes,” he breathed.

Hermione sat up on her knees and looked at the panting wizard in front of her.

“Did I do it right,” she asked him, her lips glistening, a bit of come on the corner of her mouth. He looked at her.

“Lick your lips,” he said in a strangled voice. She did, and he groaned as her pink tongue drew his come into her mouth.

“Yes, you did fine, Miss Granger,” he panted. Shit, that was the best blowjob he’d had in a long, long time. Bless her for her ability to follow instructions well.

Hermione looked at his cock. It was still terribly long, but flaccid and slightly wrinkled. It looked exhausted.

“Your cock is soft, Professor. You can’t fuck me with it,” she said, her brow creased.

“It’s all right, Miss Granger. There’s something else we need to do before I fuck you,” he said, looking at the clock. It was eleven twenty-five now. He looked at the witch.

“Lay down. Unfold your legs and just lay straight back,” he said, his breathing evening out and his voice a little stronger now.

Hermione lay back as the Professor told her, her hands clasped to her belly. The Professor made her bend her knees and looked at the lips of her perfect, little pussy. It was covered by fine, silky chestnut hair. He leaned forward, and gently stroked it with his long, pale fingers. Hermione gasped and jumped at the contact. He looked up at her, and licked his lips, then looked back down. Using both hands he parted her labia, the first man to look upon the moist, pink inner flesh of her sex. Her opening was just a slit covered with a small stretch of skin. Hermione's hymen. It was slightly torn, probably from some activity the witch had engaged in, but she was definitely a virgin. He could access her without tearing it the rest of the way if he were careful Snape drew in a breath as he imagined how tight she would be. Using two fingers to hold her open, he ran his forefinger down her slit. She squealed and bucked again, gasping as he collected her juices on his fingertip, then brought it to his nose.

Snape sniffed the scent of her. Clean, slightly musky. He inserted his finger slowly into his mouth, Hermione watching him. It was the first time she had ever seen the Potions Master smile. She wondered when he had got his teeth fixed.

His black eyes shifted to hers.

“Does that taste good, Professor?” she asked him, her brow wrinkled.

“You have no idea, Miss Granger,” he breathed as he shifted his position from the headboard.

“Scoot down farther on the bed,” he hissed at her as he lowered himself toward her apex.

Hermione wriggled upward until her head was near the end of the bed.

“Reach up and grab the end of the mattress,” Snape said as he moved on his knees between her legs, “I want you to hold on to it. Don’t let go,” he breathed as he reached under her, lifting her by her ass and settling her thighs on his shoulder so she was half raised off the bed. Her pussy was right in front of his mouth, and he yanked her toward him, pulling her pussy to his lips. He began to eat her out as Hermione shrieked at the contact and twisted crazily under his lips and tongue.

The Professor held her steady, his muscles flexing as he held her thighs around his head, licking her sweet juices and nibbling on her clit as the witch howled. She was sweeter than sweet, and he drank her in as her juices swelled and dribbled out of her. He ran his tongue around the slit of her entryway, then slowly penetrated her, slipping past her hymen, pressing the tip of his tongue into her tight cavern and rolling it about, tasting her leaking walls. Hermione was arching up, hanging on the mattress for dear life as the Potions Master laved her pussy over and over, capturing her clit between his teeth and pulling lightly before soothing it with his tongue. He showed her no mercy, licking, sucking and using his lips to pull at her flesh.

“Oh gods, Professor…you’re killing me!” Hermione cried, tears rolling from her eyes. But there was something happening inside her, a tickling sensation beginning at her pussy where the Professors tongue was lashing her, and flowing upward, a sweet yearning ache that was growing larger, and turning into an exquisite tight ball of pleasure that was swelling and swelling…it was like a balloon too full of air, stretched to its limit, and then…she exploded, screaming at the rush of intense bliss that thrummed through her quaking body, sweetness spreading through all her limbs, her toes curling under. Dimly, she heard the Professor cursing, and felt him sucking on her greedily as she moaned and buckled from her orgasm and from his mouth drawing everything inside of her out. She was so covered in perspiration; she looked like she’d been oiled from head to toe, her hair clinging to the sides of her face.

She felt the Professor’s tongue slow, then stop. She heard him sigh “delicious’, then her body was lowered to the bed. She felt boneless, and was aware of the Professor climbing up her body, his mouth leading the way, dragging over her belly, stopping at her breasts, and he suckled her, making her arch up against him as his warm mouth moved from one breast to the other, sucking and licking her nipples, running his mouth and tongue over the swell of her globes wetly, before continuing up over her throat and ending at her lips, where he thrust his tongue in her mouth and let her taste herself upon his lips.

Snape had enjoyed tasting Hermione’s pussy. This was turning out to be a premiere night. The witch was very responsive and very obedient. Fucking her was going to be good. It was really a shame she was a virgin, because it was going to hurt quite a bit in the beginning for her. Snape was not about to sacrifice his own pleasure because she was inexperienced. He was a selfish bastard. His cock was again swollen and leaking, ready for action.

Snape lay on top of Hermione.

“Very nice, Miss Granger,” he said, looking over at the clock. It was eleven-fifty now. Ten more minutes until New Years. He looked down into her amber eyes and noted the drying trail of tears. Well, there’d probably be more trails before he was done with her. Her pussy was tight around his tongue. She was going to think he’d shoved a tree trunk inside her when he entered her. He slid off her body and slid his hand down her belly to her pussy.

“I have to get you ready to be fucked, Miss Granger,” he said, sliding a finger into her. Hermione groaned, bucking upward as he thrust his finger into her gently, feeling the edge of her hymen rubbing against its side. She was getting nice and wet. He carefully slipped another finger inside her, her hymen stretching but not tearing any worse and Hermione moaned louder, instinctively moving her hips as he worked his digits in and out of her, her eyes half lidded with pleasure. He looked down at her. She really was very pretty now, nothing like the buck-toothed little girl she was when she first arrived at Hogwarts. He never dreamed he’d be fucking that child in a few years. She was a child no longer.

Snape pulled his fingers out of the moaning, writhing witch and licked them clean as her amber eyes fell on him hotly. She still was writhing, her mouth half slack with desire.

“Are you going to do it now, Professor?” she asked him, her voice hoarse with desire.

He looked at the clock. Five minutes to twelve. He cast a silencing charm around the bedroom.

“Yes,” The Professor replied, lifting her legs on to his shoulders, opening her thighs beneath him. She was so small he decided he'd do better to straighten her legs instead, holding them down with his shoulders as he positioned his huge cock over her entrance. He whispered an incantation.

“What was that?” she whispered to the wizard above her.

“Contraceptive spell. Memories are fine, Miss Granger, but you don’t want one in diapers that will last a lifetime,” he said, shifting slightly.

“No,” she agreed, her amber eyes wide.

Snape looked down at his enormous cock poised over Hermione’s open thighs, the tip huge against her sex. He looked up at her, his eyebrow arched. The witch was in for it.

“You know this is going to hurt, Miss Granger,” the Potions Master breathed down at her. Breaking the hymen was going to hurt her, but so was the fucking. He wasn’t a gentle lover and wasn’t about to try and be one now. The witch would have to take the ride, there would be a reward for her at the end of it, if she didn’t fight him.

“I want you to relax and accept me, Miss Granger. Take what I give you,” Snape said, a growl in his voice. His nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal hit him.

It was one minute to twelve.

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A/N: woo hoo. Snape is going for it all isn’t he? Mmm. Let’s see what happens at the ‘stroke’ of twelve in the next chapter. Please review.