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Fourth Chapter: What Ron Does Not Know…

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She invited him in. Hermione was already waiting for him.
“Sit down,“ she summoned. She smiled her warmest smile and Harry happily complied with her request. Hermione turned to him and her overwhelming appearance took his breath away and broke his nerves. He was madly in love with her to the roots of his hair and it made him dizzy to see her so stunning in front of him. Her long brown hair hung in curly bushy strands over her delicate shoulder and fell down shiny on the right side of her torso. Only now did he notice that she had changed her clothes and traded her wonderful light blue blouse for something that looked very familiar to him.
It was the deep red dress he had bought her that afternoon. More than a few hours ago, in the golden light of the setting sun, which now shone in through the window and cast its long rays impressed on Hermione, she was more enchanting to look at than ever. Harry opened his mouth to tell her how beautiful she was, but could not utter a word.
“You don’t need to say anything. I know how you feel,“ she said quietly and leaned over to him. Her warm hand gently touched his chest and her warmth spread like wildfire through his body. Harry looked at her hand, her long, well-manicured fingernails and was between a rock and a hard place. Their faces were only a few inches apart. Hermione’s brown eyes glowed fiery with knowing anticipation and she looked at him so graciously that Harry had quite a bit of trouble sorting his thoughts. Again and again they circled to Hermione and Harry was sure that if his speech returned now, he would not be able to utter a single sentence in front of this lovely lady. This woman made him crazy and Harry did not know whether she was conscious of that.
“I love you, Hermione,” he said, barely audible, praying insistently, the words may come together to form a grammatically correct sentence, “you absolutely killing me and turn my head every time at an insane speed. I feel extremely stupid in your pleasant company.” Slowly he put his hands on her hips and silently pulled her in close. He opened his mouth slightly and Hermione followed suit. The atmosphere was stretched to the breaking point and when their lips finally touched, the blazing aura discharged in a tremendously crackling emotional outburst. Hermione moaned softly, her hand sank back from his chest and she put both hands on the back of his neck. She let go of him for a moment and stared at him, overwhelmed, but then her mouth flew back onto his at such an insane speed that it lifted him off his feet smoothly, threw him flat on the bed, and made him lay there in happy desperation while Hermione followed him briskly with her mouth and her passion became unbearable. Eyes closed, thousands upon thousands of butterflies set out wide in her belly, making the situation only more pleasant.
She was lying on top of him now and had her hands tightly clasped behind Harry as he caressed her back lovingly. She pulled away for a moment and giggled.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you,“ Harry whispered softly, and Hermione purred benevolently. He had just heard the unmistakable engine of his Audi and although they were alone now and had no means to whisper, both enjoyed this kind of conversation that made their evening even more interesting. One of his hands went to the back of her head and pulled her head firmly to his cheek so he could nibble on her earlobe.
“Oh,“ she said, drawing a sharp breath.
“Don’t you like it?“ Harry asked, confused.
“Yes, of course I do! It was just a little unexpected,“ she replied, showing him the goosebumps on her arm, which she had laboriously pulled out from behind his body, as if to confirm. Harry grinned, then lowered his mouth to the tender area again.
“You really know how to pamper a woman,“ she said in surprise.
He let go of her and lifted her face again to meet her eyes.
“You’re wrong about that,“ he said softly, and Hermione thought she could hear sadness in his voice. “My last time was far too long ago. You know... in the shower. I haven’t slept with any other woman since then. You couldn’t be bid over.”
“That’s right,“ she replied blissfully. “Let’s do it like we did back then. We can learn from each other. Everything that does us good is allowed. And I’m sure we’ll find enough of that.”
Harry smiled warmly. “If you see it that way, I can’t go wrong.“
Hermione’s expression turned pained. “Say, would you mind if we turned on our side? My arms go to sleep, but I would like to be able to feel you.”
He lifted her off. „Oh, of course. Excuse me!“
“There’s nothing to excuse.” After a pause, she added, “I think we should start.”
“I do not even know what you’re up to,“ he replied a little sadly.
She smiled knowingly. “Then you will learn,“ she whispered mysteriously and tapped his nose. “So, where were we?“ She kissed him again and closed her eyes as her mouth twisted into a smile. Meanwhile, their tongues performed an impressively wild dance, exchanging so much delicious body fluids that they were more concerned with tasting each other than concentrating on kissing. Harry could not let her go, but he had something else to tell her. So he briefly interrupted body contact every time he spoke a word and then immediately touched her lips with his again. “Hermione,“ he gasped breathlessly between the brief pauses he allowed himself, “you tempt me.“
He had to feel her lips, could not help to dedicate himself to her and it took quite a while until he again dared to cut their connection. “I can’t believe I’m with you. You’re the best I’ve ever had. Please,“ he whispered after delighting in her again, “let’s be together forever and ever. I don’t want to lose you.“
Hermione groaned in desperation. Answering through his demanding feelings was anything but easy. Finally she managed to twist herself free for a moment and quickly replied: “Anything you want, my love.“
Their movements became noticeably faster as they now merged again. They rolled over the bed several times, clinging to each other, caressing each other absent-mindedly until Hermione’s dress slipped off her body where it had been cut, showing her long, bare legs.
She was about to flick it back over again, but then decided it was time to get on with the entrée and gradually pulled back from Harry’s mouth, a little reluctantly.
God, he is such a good kisser! she thought in silent surrender. I can hardly let go of him because he does things to me that feel so good that it would be completely wrong to deny him them. The Chosen One, indeed. She bit her lower lip, but made it look lascivious deliberately so Harry would not see her excessive sadness. Nothing is ever easy, she thought sullenly and stood up. Harry did the same after a while.
“Could you help me once, please?“ She asked teasingly.
“For sure! Just tell me what to do.” Hermione turned her back on him and pulled her silk hair over her shoulder from her back to the front. “Do you see the zipper back there?“
“Yes.“ Harry nodded in agreement.
“I’m getting unbearably warm,” she said, emphatically affected, “and I want to take off my dress. But I can’t reach the zipper from here.” This was of course a downright lie. “Would you do that for me?“
With eagerly trembling fingers, Harry fumbled around with the clasp, and when he finally pulled it down as far as possible to just above her pelvis, Hermione turned back to him.
“That’s better,“ she purred suggestively.
Slowly, infinitely slowly, so that Harry could observe everything closely, she brushed the red fabric from her adorable body, revealing her flawless skin underneath. Then she got up from the bed and let the elegant robe slide down completely from her body to the floor. She picked up the material, which was now lying there as a loose cover, reminiscent of a precious jewel, and folded it carefully before putting it aside and turning back to Harry.
Harry’s gaze, which had hung magnetically on her since she got up, gradually returned to her face and his eyes began to sparkle with excitement. Hermione beamed back and turned slightly red. “Do you like me?“
He could not answer. By no stretch of his imagination. His mouth was open and he could not utter a word. “Now tell me!“ She whispered eagerly.
After a while, it seemed like an eternity, he had finally found his voice. “Yes! Yes, you look lovely, Hermione! My imagination runs free again when I see you like this.”
“And? Is your daydreaming good?”
“Every dream with you in it is a beautiful dream!“ Harry exclaimed.
Hermione found his answer satisfactory and then posed a little in front of the bed while Harry took the time to take a closer look at her body.
So far, she had only shown herself naked to him once. Well, even now she was not naked, but it was pretty close and with what he could already see of her now, he did very much want more. Even with her kisses he had a hard time controlling himself and his little friend also seemed to be extremely pleased.
But now all of his common sense, restraint and caution was slowly disappearing into nirvana and there was nothing he could do about it. Hermione’s stunning appearance made his head completely confused and made his thoughts revolve around her again. She is my incarnate dream.
Harry took a look at her underwear. Bra and panties were both made of the same material and had the same color. The wire that held her firm breasts and the waistband that came together behind her back were black, while the rest of it appeared burgundy. The cups were woven from silk and stars could be seen on the surface, which were of a slightly lighter red and were therefore visible. So, before she had taken off her dress, Harry could not see that she was still wearing something underneath and that turned him on very much. His gaze wandered deeper, glided over her youthful body and past her belly button, in which a white glittering piercing sparkled, until he finally stopped at waist level.
The waistband of her panties was narrow and it was tightened around her body. Harry believed he could see her seductive labia through the velvet red fabric and the knowledge that apart from this thin fabric nothing separated him from heaven on earth, made the blood float into his head in torrents and took his breath away at a speed as if one hit him on the chest. She leaves nothing to chance, he noted appreciatively.
He noticed a small spot on the underside of her panties that he would have missed if his attention had not already been influenced by his intense excitement. It seemed to him that Hermione was already a bit wet and it was her juice that soaked the panties. Hermione’s undergarments hid her most powerful charms and Harry wanted to find out as soon as possible what else she was hiding from him on her slim body.
His gaze wandered back up to her. Since he had no idea about cup sizes and what they meant, he was content to classify the breast size into small, medium and large. With Hermione, the decision was as easy as it was for him to conjure up a Patronus. Big, he determined soberly and when he realized what this meant, he raised his eyebrows significantly and his eyes widened noticeably.
Harry finally looked away from her breasts and his eyes twinkled up at Hermione with joy at these circumstances. She was still standing in front of the bed and showing off her stunning stature while her brown iris glittered and flashed back to him lustfully.
The silence was becoming unbearable. “You look incredible,“ he finally whispered to her. “What do you think, don’t you want to keep me company? I feel lonely here, so alone on the bed,” he breathed ambiguously with a wink. Hermione fell around his neck so suddenly that it threw him back on the bed and he laid there groaning. She was on top of him again, but he rolled over quickly and sat her under him. Then he gave her a sensual kiss and broke away from her.
Hermione’s one hand had meanwhile found his pants and massaged the clearly visible bulge like a gem. “What do we have here?“ She whispered happily and his piece of jewelry twitched ecstatically at her touch. “I’m already half-naked, don’t you want to unpack as well so that we have something to do? I’ll help you also,” she whispered conspiratorially while first opening his belt and then undoing the buttons on his pants. Quickly Harry pulled out of them and Hermione continued her teasing at his boner. His underpants had become pitifully tight and because the pressure against the fabric wall hurt him, he spontaneously set his penis free from this prison as well.
“Uh-huh, yeah, exactly that,“ she said lasciviously and started to jerk him off gently, “now we’re talking.
Is it okay like that?” She asked seriously.
“Fuck, yes,“ Harry moaned immediately. “Hermione, you are a natural talent! What could I ask for but to see you playing with my staff?
But before you go any further, I think my shirt could get in the way. Give me a second.” He quickly undressed his upper body as well and lay completely naked next to Hermione on the soft bed. They kissed and Hermione kept playing with his penis, while massaging his torso, circling his nipples with her free hand.
Unlike the morning she now did not want to fetch the juice from him for all it was worth, but if possible let much more time pass until his ejaculation. That’s why she kept the speed of her ups and downs low and made him just a little hotter this way. Harry liked it so much that he did not even notice how Hermione’s tongue slowly withdrew from his mouth and she whispered quietly and ordered him to lie on his back. He obeyed – what else could he do – and Hermione knelt beside him so that she had his Goliath at mouth level. She lay down in such a way that her gorgeous butt protruded to the right of Harry and he could touch it without any problems.
And that’s what he did. His warm hand gently patted both of her cheeks and through her sucking one or the other moan escaped her. He kneaded her tight skin and did not stop at her panties. His hand slipped under the fabric, but he did not touch her jewel. It was enough just to give her a glimpse of what was to come. His warm hand felt good on Hermione’s skin and she really enjoyed the fact that he touched her down there. Even though she was showing off her vagina enthusiastically, Harry pretended not to see her cue. However, he was very well aware that his girlfriend wanted him, that she wanted him to touch her most intimate place. When he finally teasingly pinched one of her cheeks, she raised her head in amazement and gradually ceased his delight. She was so horny that Harry could literally smell her lust.
“Mhhh, I think,” she said sexy, while she wiggled her bottom beguilingly, “that’s enough. After all, you’re supposed to have your fun too.” She turned back to him and glared at him happily. “I still have something about me that’s squeezing my skin a little,“ she said cheekily and clearly pushed her still wrapped breasts forward. “You want to give me a hand with it, don’t you?“ She whispered imperiously.
“Of course!“ Harry stuttered. His girlfriend lowered down within his reach, so he had it easier to free her crown jewels of the cage. He felt for the clasp on her bra and finally managed to open it after half an eternity.
“We’ll have to practice that again,“ she said sternly and laughed.
“We do have enough time for it now,“ he said back. Hermione’s mouth twisted into a knowing smile and she chuckled in delight.
“You’re hot for me, aren’t you?“
“Very,“ Harry replied, and a blatant grin crept onto his features. He put the index fingers of his hands under the skin-colored straps of the brassiere and let them slide off her shoulders with relish. Hermione lifted her arms from the loops and looked lustfully at him. “You better not be laughing,“ she said urgently, her expression turning threatening as she pressed her hands against the cups to hold them against her body.
“Why should I laugh, honey?“ He asked, a little amazed.
“I don’t know,“ she muttered gloomily, “maybe you find my breasts ugly and that turns you –“
“Hermione, please!“ He interrupted irritably and rolled his eyes vigorously. “Keep a sense of proportion for once! Anything can happen, but I certainly won’t find you ugly because of your perfect body!”
„Promise?“
„Promise.“
„You swear?“
“Of course,“ he replied firmly. Her mouth broke into a beaming smile that made sparkling dots jump wildly in her eyes. Hermione eased the pressure and from the filigree bra emerged her magical breasts. The impressive round balls stood firmly from her body and her skin tightened as she straightened up and sat cross-legged next to him on the bed. She looked at him in silence for a long time while Harry examined her breasts carefully. The longer he looked at her, the more amused his gaze became.
“Are your breasts actually natural?“ He asked a little uncertainly.
“Yes,“ she replied with a smile. “Everything about me is genetically predisposed.“
“For real? You did not help?” He inquired, aghast. “I thought you might have used your wand.“
She shook her head violently and looked at him mischievously.
“Wow!“ Harry exclaimed and his eyes and pupils widened greatly while he let his gaze flicker over and over again and subject them to an in-depth analysis.
“Harry, I beg you, you do not spoil such an extremely erotic gift by messing around with it yourself! You have to agree that this size looks extremely well on my body, right?” She replied dreamily and winked cheekily.
“You know that I could hardly take my eyes off you sooner, but this makes you really look like the epitome of femininity. Pure eroticism, all nature, nothing faked. What more can a man ask for? Puberty did everything right on you, I think.”
“Thank you, Harry. Do you like these lush, unadulterated breasts?” She asked eagerly, kneaded the bulges erotically and played around with them lost in thought. Then she took turns lifting them, one breast after the other, and then covering them up with her hands, which automatically continued to massage them.
“Absolutely! They look super sexy and go along great with your graceful body, Hermione. And if you smile at me as suggestively as you’re doing right now, I can hardly hold back. You’re dynamite, my angel; so hot that I would love to touch you everywhere and explore your sensual body. It certainly feels as gentle and soft as your wonderful lips and your engaging face.”
She acknowledged his compliment with a barely perceptible smile and then continued undeterred: “Do you like these hot, rosy nipples?“ She took her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and held them tight. She leaned over to him so that the little crowns came to a stop close to his face and her breasts dangled a little. “Yes, take a good look at them, Harry. That turns you on, doesn’t it?” She teased.
“And how!“ He paused significantly. “You’re doing it again,“ he added.
“I beg your pardon? What am I doing?” She replied, confused.
“I’m getting really weak again and increasingly get the feeling that I only live to love and pamper you. And what annoys me most about it: there is nothing I can do about it! No matter how hard I try to resist you, it does not work at all! It’s your fault, baby, and it’s only yours. What you do to me and my head is just amazing. I don’t want to miss one day of our relationship. Not a single one.”
If Hermione had previously tried not to show joy to his compliments, she had to give up this pretext without a fight now. His words moved something deep inside her and she could no longer pretend to ignore them. Hermione began to smile and look at him so lovingly that Harry found it extremely difficult, no, downright impossible, to take his eyes off her beautiful face. Inevitably he had to join in her smile and soon he was grinning competitively with her.
“Look,“ Hermione whispered meaningfully, looking down at herself, “they want you to play with them.“ She gently took his hand and placed it across her left breast, keeping the contact of her palm on the back of his hand. In the meantime, her other hand wandered to her abdomen and independently found its way under the red fabric. Her middle finger rubbed the labia and clitoris for a while before disappearing in her juicy cave and slowly moving back and forth.
Harry did not notice this, however, as he was too busy spoiling Hermione’s considerable bust. Her plush breasts were ample and felt extremely good. Probably because Hermione was always paying attention to her body and her appearance. He began to stroke her crown jewels and make out with them sensitively. Hermione moaned softly and pressed firmly against his hand as she fingered herself purposefully. “Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it? Well, I like it anyway,” she commented lustfully with sparkling eyes. Harry lifted his gaze from her breasts and suddenly looked into her face.
“You are a sweet temptation. Maybe I’m going to devour you if you’re not careful,” he replied dryly and then smiled broadly.
“I don’t have any problem with that at all, babe,“ she replied with a sweet look and leaned down to him for a quick kiss.
Harry took his other hand and wanted to touch her right breast, but she interrupted him and shook her head gently, so that her head of hair rustled and changed its arrangement and individual strands fell silky smooth in front of her face.
„Just a second,“ she replied mysteriously and rose. Only now did he see where her other hand had gone and he raised his eyebrows, impressed. His girlfriend grinned at him and then pulled her fingers out of the wetness. They slid enticingly into her mouth and Harry could see her licking off her juice devotedly. Her lips curled up as she sat astride him on his pelvis and seductively rubbed the soft fabric of her panties on the well-perfused underside of his friend. Due to her lack of affection it was lying on his stomach area sadly and now began again to twitch delightedly.
“We do want your friend to get some fun as well,“ she purred lasciviously, moving her hips in a soothing rhythm on its boner and let her pelvis circle gracefully while carefully paying attention to her upper body moving as little as possible so that Harry would have no trouble playing with her bells. “Now you can seduce me according to every trick in the book. You can’t go wrong.”
“Then my mind’s on rest,“ he said and stretched his other hand up to her impressive coves. He put the palm of his hand on her right breast and gently ran his thumb over her nipple, which stretched up expectantly out of the dark atrium. He noticed how it was gradually hardening and soon it was able to compete with his hardness, which was still seduced by Hermione’s body and meanwhile almost threatened to burst.
He closed his thumb and forefinger around the bud and twisted it a little. Hermione groaned sympathetically and he could see her how much she liked it that he pulled on her nipple and plunged his flame in a sea of wild passion. When he let go of the center again, the hardness stood a few centimeters from her body and her lust could hardly be hidden anymore.
It was quite a strange view: one nipple was lying flat and inconspicuous on her pleasant skin while the other protruded in such an obvious way as if it had a will of its own. Harry reached out his forefinger and ran it up and down over the aroused bud, whereupon it immediately jumped back to its starting position as soon as his finger passed it. Hermione bit her lip painfully so as not to have to reveal her pleasure.
“Don’t be shy,“ he said gently. “I can see that you like it. Then show it to me as well.”
She nodded slowly and let herself go excitedly. “You can also suck on them if you want,“ she said and pursed her lips with pleasure.
“Yes,“ he said elongated, “that’s what I’m going to do with your second jewel.“
“I cannot wait,“ she gasped enthusiastically. She had moved on top of him the whole time and made him so hot that he thirsted to finally do it with her properly. Hermione stood up now, however, and Harry sat up also and let his feet dangle off the bed.
“I want you to sit on my lap,“ he whispered meaningfully in her ear and nibbled on her earlobe again, causing a warm shiver to trickle down her back.
Hermione obeyed immediately and sat down, letting her not yet spoiled chest slide past his torso as if by chance. Harry got goosebumps and when he looked at Hermione, she smiled barely noticeably. She proudly straightened up in his arms and grabbed Harry’s back with one hand while she laid the other loosely on her thigh, waiting for him to make her happy.
Harry bowed his head to her chest enviously and used a hand to pamper her not yet seduced side while his other hand stabilized her behind the back to prevent her from toppling over backwards. The contact made her dazed and when Harry put his hand around her body completely from behind her back and massaged both breasts at the same time, she slowly sank into a vortex of pure pleasure.
Harry kissed her bells sensitively, so that more lust flowed wet into Hermione’s panties. Then he slowly moved his mouth to her bud, which he quickly sucked into his mouth and fiddled with. Hermione let out a hoarse gasp and rolled her eyes in delight.
“Oh, Harry,” she whispered excitedly, “that feels wonderful. Please don’t stop. I can feel my nipples getting hard. Oh, I had no idea what it felt like to be pampered. I used to just finger myself, but that’s so much better. You will probably have to come to my breasts more often.”
Harry played with her nipples with hot desire, sucking as if obsessed and then held it fixed with his teeth before he moved his mouth back, and held her jewel further between them. Her nipple followed his mouth and made his girlfriend furious with ecstasy. Then Harry let his jaw swing open and the nipple quickly bounced back into its starting position. His mouth followed her again and took her crown back in his mouth. With a quick up and down of his tongue, as he had done with his fingers on the first breast, he tried to find out whether it had now become completely hard and registered with happy satisfaction that it was indeed the case.
Hermione’s lust was almost palpable and when she finally spoke, she groaned in a daze at her wonderful sensations. “Stop,“ she gasped desperately and Harry raised his head in amazement, “I can’t go on any longer, Harry. I may still believe you that you’ve never had anything... deep... with a lady. But what you’re doing to me right now, belies your soft words to be cruel lies. You are far too good to be inexperienced.”
He had never received such a compliment from her before, but when he heard it out of her mouth in her angelic voice, he inevitably had to grin. It had not missed its effect.
“Fuck me,“ she pleaded straight out. “Do it to me now. I can’t take it anymore, Harry! I need your big, hot cock inside me. The orgasm, to which I fingered myself last night, is nothing compared to what you’re doing to me right now.”
Hermione wanted to tear off her panties in wild excitement, but Harry held her back emphatically.
“No, Harry,” she whined, defending herself with no chance, “let me do it. Please. I want to lie naked in front of you, naked as if devised by God. Then we can have sex.”
Harry’s voice was gentle yet unmistakable. “Baby, we still have time all summer vacation long. We can sleep together every day and always try something different. Be a little patient. Soon you will be able to offer me your flesh completely naked. Just try to enjoy it the way I want it today, okay?”
She did not want to give up. “But you’re naked and it would only be fair if I was naked too. Can’t you understand?”
“Oh, come on. We just put the fabric aside and then I’ll take you. You will like it, I’m sure of that. A little bit... taboo maybe. But you like that, don’t you?”
Hermione did not seem entirely convinced, but then agreed and finally nodded reluctantly.
“Are you going to lie down yourself or do I have to make you do it?“ He asked in a business tone.
“You will have to force me, my lord,“ she replied just as matter-of-factly. “That is the price for your command.“
“Alright,“ he mumbled softly and his big grin turned a little nasty. Hermione got concerned that it might not have been a good idea to have agreed with him after all, but when he started tickling her stomach, her concerns quickly faded.
Hermione giggled. “Harry, no, stop it. That tickles.”
“I know,“ he replied, happy that his idea had hit a sore point, “and do you know what’s best?“ He paused conspiratorially and enjoyed the slightly frightened look on her face.
“Tell me!” She said defiantly. ”Otherwise I’ll have to bewitch you because you’re holding back my pleasure.”
Harry almost burst with delight and deliberately dragged out his answer. “I will tickle you until you do what I tell you to and fulfill my will completely.“
“Oh no,“ she moaned playfully. “You can’t do that! Just cast an Imperius Curse on me and that’s it. Then you’ll have what you want.”
He looked at her genuinely annoyed. “Are you crazy? I’m not going to Azkaban because of you. That would undoubtedly make it easier, but we then don’t have time for our… secrets. It should be fun for both of us, not just one and the other by necessity.”
“Yes, you’re right,“ she replied after a while and because Harry still tickled her, she added giggling, “Alright, I obey you already.“
She lay flat on her back and her hard nipples sticked out from her erectly.
“Come here, you divine offspring of heaven,“ he whispered and gave her a feverish kiss. Hermione’s buds gently touched his torso and gave him goosebumps while their stony hardness aroused Harry even more. His hands closed around her wonderful breasts and he kneaded them excitedly so that their crowns pricked his hands spiritedly.
Hermione gasped heavily and sucked in a sharp breath as soon as Harry let go of her breasts and instead circled her areolas with his index fingers. “For God’s sake Harry!“ She groaned loudly. “My vagina aches for release. Only you can give it to me. Don’t ever hold back!”
On the left side his fingers wandered clockwise, on the right side counterclockwise and gradually he drew the circles larger until the fingers met between her breasts and he paused for a moment. Then they strolled down until they reached the bottom of her impressive crown jewels. Harry put all his fingers on and bridged the distance to her abdomen by massaging Hermione’s body with his fingertips.
He stopped at the navel for a moment and played around a little with the long, white gem that was inserted, which made Hermione rebel again. She enjoyed his touch very much and closed her eyes so that they did not affect the feeling too much. She wanted him to continue, wanted him to finally get to her crevice and start pampering her there, but she let Harry get the better of her and waited patiently for him to finish with her stomach. Finally he got to her panties and his fingers circled the beginnings of her long legs. Hermione’s anticipation grew immeasurably and brought her to the brink of wild ecstasy. But Harry just pushed his hands under the panties again and left her vagina untouched again.
Hermione’s patience quickly faded and she began to snort angrily. “You really take a long time.“
“It can’t be fast enough for you, can it? Your tingling lust drives you crazy, huh? Patience, my dear,” Harry pleaded. “You don’t want to mope up so close to the end.“
She sighed deeply. “Yes, you are probably right. Okay, keep going.” Harry nodded gratefully and smiled.
“But you’re lucky,” he whispered meaningfully and his eyes flashed, “I’m ready. Are you too?”
“Yes,“ she replied immediately. “Yes, God yes, Harry.“
“What should we start with?“ He obviously enjoyed driving her almost insane with his words. “What do you want me to do with you?“
“Anything,” Hermione breathed deeply moved and in a honeyed voice, “anything you want, my love. I will be completely at your will, if only you could finally tear this annoying substance from my body,“ she pointed to her soaked panties.
“No,“ he replied firmly. “We need an increase for your birthday.“
Hermione’s head rose instantly. “My birthday?“
“Oh yeah! The sex on your birthday has to be the best we will ever have.”
“But Harry,“ her voice became unmistakably desperate, “what’s going to get better than this?“
“We’ll see,“ he replied mysteriously. His gaze rested on the panties, which were now so wet as if they had come from the washing machine. All of a sudden he slipped his fingers under the panties, let them wander down between her legs and then emphatically pulled them to one side. Hermione gave a voluptuous purr and him a suggestive smile. Her greatest jewel was lying in front of him, hairy and beautiful, but Harry could see the structure of her crevice as if it had been shaved.
“I’m sorry, Harry,“ Hermione began meekly, and Harry looked up at her with interest. “Before you joined me tonight, I did not have time to shave. I hope you still like it?”
“Absolutely!“ Harry called immediately.
“If you like,” Hermione replied more confidently, “you can watch me remove my hair. Maybe you like to shave me yourself?”
“I’d love to, Hermione, but not today. Today I want you in your natural appearance.”
“Alright.“ She nodded and spread her legs promisingly. “Then you should get me like that too.“
He looked at her questioningly. “Hermione, I… I’ve never seen a woman naked before. I don’t even know how to... make her happy and make sure she likes it.”
“Oh right, you mentioned something along these lines,“ she replied, grinning mischievously. “Don’t worry, we’ll have that in a minute.“
Hermione’s vagina was almost symmetrical and her pretty labia were already a little swollen. They formed a smooth surface with the surrounding skin and matched her graceful body perfectly.
“This,” Hermione pointed to a small bud at the top of her vagina, “is the clitoris. If you spoil it properly, I am very inclined to fall for you. I really hope you can do it.” Her eyes opened heartily and her long, highlighted lashes cast a spell on him. He could only listen to her with difficulty. “Here we have the labia. They’re thicker than usual. That’s because I’m incredibly hot for you. If you’re playing with them the right way…” She did not finish, but Harry understood.
“Do I have to pay attention to anything else?” He asked curiously.
“No, just let your feelings and your intuition guide you. It’ll be fine, don’t worry.” She smiled her warmest smile and Harry lost his fear a little.
“Well. I’m going to make some effort.“
Immediately he circled the hole with his fingers before he pulled the circle closer after a while and let his fingers walk around her clit. Hermione groaned heavily and let out a “you can eat me out too“ between clenched teeth. Her passion was palpable and Harry decided that he should touch her clitoris. He spread her labia with one hand, tapped the ridge with the middle finger of his other hand, and winced when Hermione suddenly began to scream.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped apologetically, “you’re way too good. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He tapped the bud again, this time several times. Hermione groaned in excitement and it looked like she was about to orgasm.
“Yes,” she breathed, “please keep going, Harry. I’m gonna cum. I want to cum. Let me cum. Please,” she pleaded.
“Of course. Would it help if I go down on you?” He asked, delighted with her submissive begging, which he would not have expected from her in this way.
“Oh yes, please, I’m certainly gonna cum right away then!“ She gasped.
Harry tilted his head lower towards her wonderful smelling pubic and then stuck out his tongue. From underneath he parted her labia and joyfully sucked her wetness and the heavenly smell into himself. Before he reached her clit, he stopped briefly, which made Hermione furious with pleasure, and started again from further down.
“Harry! No, please don’t do that to me,” she complained with a low whimper and he noticed a slightly angry undertone in her voice.
Harry no longer wanted her to be tortured – in this case, it seemed, that was the right term – and his tongue wandered purposefully up to her clitoris. With his quick tongue he worked on her clit and it did not take long until she came wildly in a twitching wave. She screamed out her bestial passion and Harry gradually stopped pampering her. Hermione’s legs tightened up and the muscles in her stomach tensed expectantly. Her toes were rolled up as stone and her chest swayed up and down powerfully in mighty strokes. Harry had quickly pulled his head back when Hermione’s legs pressed together and her throbbing abdomen slowly lost its tension as transparent pleasure juice trickled down her legs. It was the first orgasm he had seen in a woman and he liked it so much that he wanted to see it more often.
“Oh Harry, that was fantastic. It felt so good. How did you do this?“
“I don’t know,“ he replied, a little confused. “As you said, I just let myself be guided.“
“Then you must have infallible intuition. Never slept with a woman and then something like that. I’m sorry, but I can’t quite believe you.” She paused. “Maybe you think I’m crazy, but I’m still very keen on you. Are you finally sleeping with me?”
Harry did not understand how she could have apparently experienced such a relief and yet still had not had enough. He sat up in amazement and Hermione saw that his penis had gone limp again.
“Well, but you cannot shove him into me like that,“ she whispered greedily and without waiting for an answer, contradiction was pointless anyway, she crawled over to him and firmly pushed him on his back again.
“You already know,“ she said dreamily and, starving, closed her moist, warm mouth around his hose. Less than a minute later she had made him hard again and lifted her head. After a few gentle hand movements, his friend stood upright again and Hermione willingly lied down with her legs apart. Her crevice opened, smacking thirstily, and Harry took his penis in his hand. He led him to her gates of heaven and let his penis wandering around her clit several times before he pushed it in.
Hermione groaned loudly as he filled her out more and more and Harry had to admit that it was quite imbuing to melt into her this way. He rolled his eyes in bliss, then moved his pelvis back and forth at a comfortable speed. Shortly afterwards the room was filled with their passionate moans and both enjoyed the minutes together, which passed as if in slow motion.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?“ He asked confusedly in a short pause, just to say something.
“You keep telling me, dear. And I like it very much when you tell me what you think about me,” she purred suggestively. She was lying in front of him, almost naked, and her lovely breasts bobbed back and forth to the rhythm of his satiating thrusts. The nipples looked like eyes blinking at him, and Harry could not help but let his gaze linger there for a while. Hermione saw it and smiled meaningfully, running her tongue over her lips in love and raising a narrow eyebrow expectantly. She moaned lasciviously to goad him even more and was pleased to see Harry jumping on it. Immediately the blood rushed violently into his head and the corners of his mouth lifted in embarrassment.
He gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, but when he was about to orgasm, he suddenly withdrew from her. His head screamed angrily at him to continue in his irrepressible lust, but he resisted the sudden urge to reenter his flame and shoot his semen into her. He would save that for her birthday.
This would be the culmination of her comedy.
“What’s wrong?“ Hermione asked in amazement.
“Nothing. I just do not want to cum already. We should still take some time if it makes us feel so good. I would love to see my semen on your body now that you’ve swallowed it before. As I said, we still need something for your birthday,” he winked ecstatically. “Do you mind if you extract it out of me again?“
“Absolutely not! But only after you’ve given me another orgasm. Do it and I’m at your will. Don’t do it and it’s going to end here.”
Of course, Harry had no problem making his choice and let himself slide down her abdomen. “I’ll try something different,“ he said firmly, “just tell me if you like it, okay?“
She nodded eagerly and Harry stuck two fingers into her moist, warm pleasure grotto. He moved them relentlessly back and forth and felt, if possible, as if obsessed for something useful that could increase her desire immensely. Finally he found something special on the upper wall of her pleasure channel. He had to reach out his hand very far to find it. The place was a little rough and when Harry tapped it curiously, Hermione shuddered uncontrollably and bent her body towards him with fierce determination. Harry tickled the obvious jewel that he had now uncovered as if spellbound, and Hermione rolled her beautiful eyes, greatly winged. Her nipples stood stiffly erect, showing Harry her untamed hunger for him.
His free hand reached up to her curves and felt the tight skin below. Then his index and middle finger walked up the fascinating hill like two legs and stopped in front of the little pink turret. He played a little with her nipples again and Hermione gasped continuously as she arched her body and indulged in his fingers.
Then she came, and she came more powerful than ever. Her muscles cramped in her boisterous lust and she twitched uncontrollably, turning on her side, moaning, and reaching out for her pubic herself. Quickly she fingered her clit while Harry still had his fingers sunk inside her. She breathed in and out deeply and her chest rose and fell noticeably. The muscles in her thundering vagina closed tightly around his fingers and Harry felt a sticky, warm liquid running over them, which he dragged out of their dripping wetness. He looked at her juice with interest and then decided to taste it.
“You already know how I taste,“ he said apologetically. “I want to be the first to taste you. It’s your turn soon.” Harry seductively stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked everything off. The aroma was wonderful and impressed his starved taste buds. He dipped his fingers into her once more and tasted her sweet gift again. Harry rolled his eyes enthusiastically and slipped his hand into her one last time. Then he held out his fingers and Hermione sucked on them electrified, Harry feeling weak at the knees when her tongue danced erotically around them.
“Mmh,“ she said euphorically and knelt on the bed. Her upper body was such a feast for the eyes in the current posture that Harry could barely look her in the face. Hermione squeezed her legs emphasized in order not further to goad him, grinning boldly. “Thank you. Alright then, come here. Now it is your turn. But I’m not sure if I can give you such a violent orgasm as you did to me.“ When she saw his sad look, she immediately felt pity and quickly added: “But I will do my very best, believe me.“
“I hope so too,“ he said.
“Make me hot for you so that I want to give you everything back,“ she whispered urgently. “Kiss me, my dearest.“ He immediately obeyed her command and they merged excitedly into a ball of which it was not possible to tell which arm or which leg belonged to whom. Her breasts touched his skin and at those points a fiery expectation spread. Hermione could make him so desperate with her only presence that he shivered a little and got stuck between a chasm of hot and cold.
At last she broke away from him and covetously held out her hand for his boner. “I’ve blown enough for now,“ she said. “I’ll relieve you by hand, okay?“
“Yes,“ Harry stammered, aghast, “yes, alright.“
“I’ll make sure you’ll like it. You’re going to cum well, believe me,“ she said seriously. With these words, she grabbed his phallus and began gently with the satisfaction. Her other hand felt for his scrotum and stealthily massaged the jewels inside. Then she pulled back his foreskin and spat on the exposed glans, on his shiny gem. She rubbed the liquid lovingly and let his foreskin slide over it again. Harry groaned excitedly and Hermione’s movements became faster and more impressive.
It actually took a while until he came and he ejaculated on her. With a twitch he revealed his irrepressible lust in an elongated scream and a whitish elixir shot out of his penis with high pressure. His member felt rock-hard and stood out from his body like a homopolar magnet. His glans was so plump that it was impossible to slide the foreskin over it again. The sperm wetted the enchanting breasts of his attractive girlfriend and with each further pumping stroke of his stiff hardness, more of the opaque liquid came to light. It splashed powerfully on Hermione’s body and his friend talked soothingly to him.
“Yes, that’s good,” she said softly, “squirt all your cream on me. Yes, that’s doing you good, isn’t it?”
And how good it did. Harry raised his head and looked at the ceiling before briefly closing his eyes. Hermione held back his foreskin and massaged the underside of his boner affectionately until she had pulled the last drop out of him and it lazily stuck to the tip of his glans. Hermione eagerly bowed her head forward, opened her mouth and closed it around the head of his staff. Her tongue did things to him that made Harry dizzy and when he was finally clean she let go of him and grinned mischievously.
“Very good,“ she said, “very good.“
“Hermione! That was just divine! You are just divine! I’ve never felt so good.” He dropped heavily on the bed and Hermione lied down next to him in svelte grace, her head turned in his direction.
“Oh man, Hermione! Now I’m done. What you did to me... I think that was magic.”
“Oh, it was for sure,“ she smirked. “I’m glad you liked it. Should we repeat it tomorrow? At the same time?“
Harry was ashamed of his answer. “No, Hermione, I’m sorry. The day after tomorrow is your birthday and I want to be especially full with a lot of sperm for you then. Do you think you I can get away with that?” He asked slowly.
She smiled and nodded. “That’s okay. Then we’ll have more to do the day after tomorrow, won’t we?”
“Oh yes, my sweetie. I’ve already prepared a few things, but that remains a surprise. Agreed?“
„Agreed.“
He took her in his arms and they kissed tightly. Naked and lying so close to her, Harry perceived her body impressively clear. Her nipples were still hard and poking into his skin, so he pulled a hand out from behind her back, gently cupped her breast, and massaged her slowly. Hermione moaned softly in his arms and surrendered to him greedily while hugging her body close to him. He felt how she pressed her hot abdomen against his penis and he was about to enter her again, but he decided against it.
At the moment he just wanted to hold her and feel her warm body near him. Harry kissed her until he felt dizzy with excitement and looked deep into her uniquely beautiful brown eyes. They sparkled eagerly and looked at him so fascinated that Harry felt really special. As if reading his mind, she broke away from him with a trusting smile and said, “Harry, you are the best I have ever had. Your presence gives me comfort and is so much more pleasant than Ron’s. I never thought I could fall in love again, but, to put it bluntly, I love you Harry. I truly love you and I could never have imagined how much you mean to me.”
Harry grinned. “Knowing you, it must have been difficult for you to admit that, right? Such unconditional love is really not often to be seen. Nevertheless I’m really happy that you share my feelings. I love you very much, Hermione, and I will do everything I can to ensure that our relationship lasts.” His hand was still on her chest and was now massaging her more emphatically. Hermione groaned again. Harry removed his other hand from her back and let it slide dreamily through her bushy brown hair. Her moan turned into a purr and she kissed him suggestively.
For a while they remained so knotted together. A car came closer, slowed down, and finally stopped completely. The engine went off and Harry heard two voices talking animatedly. There was a man and a woman. “My parents?“ Hermione whispered, confused. “They were at home, weren’t they? Did they leave again?”
“I think so,“ Harry replied knowingly. “You know, I left the car key on the kitchen table. On purpose, of course. I wanted your father to take it,” he added when he saw the expression on her face. “Well, your father has seized the moment and he and your mother took a ride.“
After a while, Harry slowly freed himself from her embrace and turned to the edge of the bed. Hermione grabbed his hand and held it tight. “What are you up to?“ She asked a little panicked.
“I wanted to go over to my room. Now that your parents are back. I don’t want to be caught doing prohibited things here.”
“Are you crazy?!“ Hermione called angrily, her hand tightening on his. “You’re staying here with me tonight, even if I have to bewitch you for it! You’re not running away from me. It was far too beautiful in your presence for that. Do you think I want to finger myself when I have to think of you again at night?” She paused for a moment. “No, of course not! What do you think! You’ll stay here and do it with me when I need it, do you understand me?”
Harry blinked in confusion. She had never spoken so openly about her feelings and he was not entirely sure whether he really had the one Hermione in front of him, who was always infallible and had never let her feelings show. “I beg your pardon?“
“You heard me the first time, my dear!“ Hermione replied upset and pulled him strongly back in the middle of the bed. Then she rolled onto him and pulled out a large, fluffy duvet. She kissed him again. “I need you,“ she gasped desperately. “Two orgasms, Harry, one more beautiful than the other. Do you really think I’ll just let you go to your room and indulge in your dreams? No, forget it” she said firmly and ripped off her panties. Hermione was completely naked now. She had got her way. His girlfriend lay down on top of him, her pelvis lowered onto his and she slowly moved it in circles.
The blanket magically slid over their tangled bodies, preventing anyone from seeing their immoral touch.
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