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The Perfect Summer	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 276423 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 29
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I just like playing in JKR's sandpit. Because of this, I OBVIOUSLY don't make any money from it.

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Thank you for the reviews, it's nice to know that people are reading the story and like it enough to comment! In response to one of them, no, I am definitely not JKR. At least, so my bank account assures me. Hope you all enjoy the new chapter!
A note on the hymen: I’ve read a lot of stories that say a girls hymen is located halfway up or two thirds of the way into a girls vagina, or similarly ridiculous places. It is not. It’s right at the entrance, which is why it can sometimes be broken by horse riding, gymnastics, etc. This isn’t super relevant to the following chapter, I just had to get that off my chest!
Harry woke up, and immediately looked around to see if Hermione had snuck into his room again. He felt a flash of disappointment when it appeared she hadn’t, but quickly pushed it down. Nothing had been promised, so he needed to remember that anything that happened would be on Hermione’s terms. He looked at the clock, and realised that actually he’d woken a little earlier than normal. Yawning slightly, he pushed the covers back and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. He was halfway there before he remembered he was naked, but something about Hermione’s attitude to nudity emboldened him and he continued to the bathroom. While he peed he thought about Hermione and what he hoped they might do today, and by the time he was done brushing his teeth he had a full fledged hard on. He sighed. Maybe he should go back to the bedroom and do something about it. Opening the door, he jumped a little as he saw Hermione standing there in an oversized T-shirt. Her eyes travelled up and down his body and she giggled.
“Pleased to see me?” she asked with a smile.
“Always,” he replied, flushing slightly in embarrassment. She stepped right up to him, her fingers sliding from his hip to his cock in the lightest of touches.
“You should go and wait in my room,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes, before sliding past him and closing the bathroom door behind her. Harry certainly wasn’t going to argue though, and headed that way immediately. He hesitated once in her room, but climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over him, assuming that Hermione wouldn’t find it super sexy of him to be standing awkwardly in the middle of the floor. He wondered how long she would be and closed his eyes while he waited, images of what he wanted to do to her flashing through his mind.
“Ahem,” came a delicate cough, and Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione standing naked in the doorway, her hair tied back in a ponytail and her hands on her hips, a pose which only served to draw attention to (for Harry at least) her smooth hairless pussy. “I hope you hadn’t fallen asleep, Potter,” she said severely, though a smile was playing on her lips. He shook his head.
“No, I was just thinking about what we might do when you came back,” he answered.
“Oh?” she asked as she approached the bed slowly, pulling back the covers to reveal his naked body.
“I thought we’d just play it by ear and see what happened,” he said, not really wanting to admit to most of what he’d really been thinking. Hermione seemed to know this though, and simply raised an eyebrow.
“I’m sure,” she said as she sat astride him, his hard cock pressing against her folds. He looked up at her, realising as she moved slightly that she was already wet. “You weren’t thinking anything more specific than that?” she asked.
“Maybe a little,” he grunted, but he was saved from having to say anymore as Hermione leaned down to kiss him fiercely, and then they were both lost in the moment, their hands roaming each others body like they’d never touched each other before, always trying to discover something new. Harry’s hands squeezed her butt cheeks before he reached around a little further, looking to slide a finger into her pussy and see how wet she was. She moaned into his mouth as he found her wetness, and again as he moved his finger around, spreading her lubrication around. He squeezed her arse again before reaching around and pressing his finger inside her, but this time she let out a surprised yelp and pulled away from him. He looked at her, startled.
“What?” he asked, holding his finger still inside her.
“Umm, don’t pull your finger away Harry, but did you know that it’s in my bum?” she asked. He blushed furiously, almost doing exactly what she had told him not to, but stopped himself. “No, sorry. I was aiming for your pussy,” he told her.
“It’s okay,” she assured him, “I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s not that bad actually,” she admitted.
“Do you want me to push further in?” he asked. She seemed to consider this for a moment, and then nodded.
“Just go slowly, it doesn’t make its own lubrication like my vagina,” she told him. He did as he was told, pushing until his finger was as far inside her as he could get it, before slowly pulling it out, only to push it back in. Hermione had an odd look of detachment on her face as he fingered her arse, but slowly she began to grind her clit into his cock, her eyes closed as she experienced an all new sensation in her body. After a couple of minutes though, she called time.
“How would you like to continue where we left off yesterday?” she asked as he pulled his finger out of her bum.
“Are you sure?” he asked seriously. He wanted it more than anything, but it had to be Hermione’s decision.
“Very sure,” she answered equally seriously. “I want to have sex with you, and I want to have you inside me.”
The two teens stared into each others eyes a moment, before Hermione lifted herself up, taking Harry’s dick in hand as she did so and holding it straight up. She positioned herself over it, before easing herself down so it was poking at her slick folds. They maintained eye contact as she worked it inside herself, taking just half an inch or so, then lifting herself up again, before dropping three quarters of an inch. Harry lay as still as possible, though he did take a deep breath when the head of his cock popped into Hermione’s vagina, finally making it through the outer rim of muscles that made up her pussy. Hermione stopped then too, a slight catch to her breath.
“Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded, taking her hand away from his cock. She forced a smile.
“It just feels a little bigger than I expected,” she admitted. “But I want to keep going,” she said, forestalling his next question. Harry looked down at her pussy as she started to move again, hardly believing that it was his dick he was looking at that was slowly disappearing into Hermione’s pussy. It didn’t actually take that long before there was nothing left to look at except Hermione’s bare slit, she’d taken the whole thing. He looked back into her eyes. “How does it feel?” she asked.
“Incredible,” he answered honestly. “How do you feel?” he asked in return.
“Full,” she said with a slightly pained smile. “It does hurt a bit, but it does feel good too,” she told him. They remained still, Harry running his hands over her thighs and hips, before Hermione started to move again, lifting herself up slightly before taking him back inside her. Slowly she increased her movement, until he could see about two inches of his penis before she slid back down on him. Predictably, this was more than he could stand as he felt the familiar heat and tightness building in his crotch.
“Hermione,” he moaned. “I’m going to cum really soon,”
“Okay,” she muttered, not breaking her rhythm at all.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he reached his orgasm, almost involuntarily thrusting upwards into Hermione and burying himself as deeply as he could inside her. His cum pulsed out of him in waves, and Hermione held herself still on him as he filled her no longer virgin pussy with thick sperm. Finally he slumped back, looking up at Hermione as his cock continued to twitch gently inside her. She leaned down and kissed him.
“I love you Harry,” she said quietly.
“I love you too Hermione,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her. They kissed for a moment before Hermione sat up, slowly lifting herself off Harry’s member. She groaned a little as he slid out of her body, some cum following it, its colour tinged with pink. “Is that blood?” asked Harry, alarmed.
“Yes Harry,” she answered him, “but it’s nothing to worry about. It’s totally normal for a girls first time. There’s a thin layer of skin called a hymen at the entrance to the vagina, and that gets broken by the penis. Don’t worry, it only happens the once,” she said with a smile. He smiled back, and then his face fell again.
“Hermione, could you get pregnant?” he asked urgently.
“Honestly Harry,” she scolded. “Do you think I didn’t think about this at all? There’s a potion you can make that prevents pregnancy. I took one yesterday, and it lasts a month. Though it’s a good thing we weren’t relying on you to think ahead, I must say,” she added somewhat archly. She lay down next to him, her head on his shoulder.
“Sorry,” he said, chastened. She looked up at him.
“You’re forgiven,” she said with a smile. Harry smiled back, and they lay quietly together, Harry remembering the feel of being inside Hermione and the incredible intensity of his orgasm.
“Did you cum?” he asked, suddenly aware that it might not have been as amazing for her as it had been for him. She shook her head.
“It’s okay, I didn’t expect to.”
“Would you like me to give you a hand?” he said suggestively.
“Mmm, that does sound tempting,” she answered with a smile, looking at him. “But honestly I feel quite sore, so maybe not right now.”
“Okay,” he said. “Was it that bad?” he asked, wanting to know more about how her side of the experience.
“No, really it was good,” she told him. “I just feel like I’ve done a thousand sit ups, but lower down, if you know what I mean. I’m sure it will get better the more we do it,” she added, her eyes sparkling.
“I like the sound of that,” he said, kissing her again. Hermione pulled back after a few minutes of gentle kissing.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom. I’m leaking.” Harry looked at her quizzically, and she opened her legs slightly to show him the pink tinged spunk that was oozing from her vagina and onto her thighs.
“Oh!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t know it came out again.” He watched as she climbed out of the bed, a fresh dollop of cum sliding out of her pussy and down her legs as she did so.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, I’ll just clean up,” she told him, padding down to the bathroom still naked.
Harry lay there in Hermione’s bed, thinking on what had just happened. He’d had sex with Hermione. This thought kept going round in his head, making him smile.
“Come on,” came a voice, breaking into his reverie. “Don’t just lie there grinning, it’s time for breakfast.” He looked up at Hermione standing in the doorway with a smile of her own.
“Fine,” he grumbled, swinging his legs onto the floor. He watched as his girlfriend pulled on a skirt and a T-shirt, and he went to go and get dressed himself.
Breakfast was had and then they retired to the couch, Hermione claiming that she didn’t feel up to much activity. Harry was perfectly happy with that, a day spent watching TV with Hermione snuggled up to him was fine by him. In fact by the time her parents came home they had done very little except make some lunch and kiss. Harry would actually have liked to do a bit more, but he didn’t want to press her if she was still sore. By the time they sat down to dinner though, he was feeling rather horny.
“Well, what did you kids get up to today?” asked Hilary Granger.
“Mm, bit of a lazy day actually mum.”
“Is that code for ‘we lay on the couch all day’?” asked her father.
“Dad!” she exclaimed in mock indignation. “When did you crack my secret code? Now I can’t trust you at all!” Everyone chuckled.
“So is it going to be a week of lazy days?” asked her mum.
“No, I’ll get bored,” answered Hermione. “Maybe Harry will finally agree to come to the library tomorrow,” she said with an innocent look. Harry groaned, looking at her parents for support.
“Don’t look at us Harry,” said Mr Granger. “You agreed to stay here, you knew there’d be a library at some point.” The others laughed, and Harry had to admit, the man had a point.
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They spent the evening with more TV, until Hermione suggested they play a board game. Harry had never been allowed to play board games until he went to Hogwarts and could play games with his friends there, but he picked up the idea of Risk quite quickly, though her father wiped the floor with all of them.
“I bet Ron would like this game,” commented Harry as they cleared the pieces up.
“Oh?” asked Mr Granger. “Why's that?”
“Well he’s really into chess, and he likes the whole strategy and planning thing of that.” explained Harry. He thought a little more. “Though he’d probably complain that the pieces don’t move by themselves.” Mr Granger raised an eyebrow.
“That’s a common thing with magical chess?”
“Oh yes, and the pieces will try and shout out advice, which can get a bit confusing.”
The older man shook his head. “It’s a very different world, Harry.”
“I think it’s probably time for bed for you two,” said his wife, looking at the two teens.
“Okay mum,” said Hermione, standing up. Harry followed suit, and the adults wished them goodnight. They went upstairs and stopped outside Harry’s bedroom door. “Are you as horny as I am?” she asked in a whisper. He groaned slightly.
“Probably,” he answered.
“Want me to help you out?” she asked with a mischievous look on her face.
“What, here?” he asked. She grabbed his crotch and squeezed gently.
“Yes, right here,” she answered.
“What about you?” he managed as Hermione massaged his cock through his trousers.
“I can take care of myself,” she told him. “Right now, we’re taking care of you.” Harry held his breath as she unzipped him, fishing his already hard cock from his boxer shorts and pulling it out into the air. He strained his ears to hear what was happening downstairs, he wanted to make sure he heard anything that might indicate Hermione’s parents were also heading to bed. He watched as Hermione sank to her knees in front of him, sucking in a deep breath as her mouth engulfed his dick. She looked up into his eyes as she sucked him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. He tried to keep an ear out for any movement from downstairs, but before long the feeling on his dick was just too intense, and he just stared into his girlfriends eyes as his cum worked its way into his dick, finally spurting into Hermione’s mouth, white spots flashing across his vision with the strength of his orgasm.
She stood up, leaving his softening penis hanging outside his pants, swallowing his load of cum as she did so.
“Better?” she asked. He nodded.
“Much. I can return the favour tomorrow?”
“Oh, I hope so,” she answered with a smirk. “Goodnight lover,” she said with a kiss.
“Goodnight,” he said, watching her turn and go to her own room. Closing his own door behind him, he looked down at his flaccid cock, still shiny with Hermione’s spit. God, he could hardly believe his luck. Not only was he going out with Hermione, she seemed to be just as horny and sex crazed as he appeared to be. Tossing his clothes aside, he climbed into bed, wondering what Hermione was doing right now.
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Harry was having an amazing dream. He was chasing Hermione around various locations, each one morphing into another just as he caught her and pressed his dick against her, trying to slide it inside her. He seemed to be unsuccessful each time, but it still felt amazing. Finally they seemed to end up in an empty Gryffindor common room and he pounced on her in front of the fire, his dick sliding into her and immediately firing cum into her pussy. He woke up with a start, disappointed that the dream sex had ended as soon as it had begun, and then jumped again as the reason for his wet dream became obvious.
“Good morning,” said Hermione with a smirk, her hand still gripping his cock, sperm still dribbling from the end of it and onto her fingers.
“Morning,” he answered. “Thanks for the wake up call.”
“You’re welcome. My turn now?” she asked, letting go of his member and licking the cum from her hand. He watched as she delicately licked the white goo from her fingers.
“I thought you said you could take care of yourself,” he teased a little.
“I did,” she answered, looking right at him. “I came three times last night before I could sleep.” Harry felt a surge of horniness imagining his girlfriend lying in bed and getting herself off over and over again.
“I suppose I could probably help out,” he said with a grin. “You’re wearing too many clothes though,” he said, indicating her oversized T-shirt. Hermione flicked her eyebrows upwards at him before pulling the shirt off and tossing it away, revealing her naked body to him. She lay down, and Harry climbed on top of her, kissing her fiercely as her hands ran over his body. He began to kiss downwards on her body, following her jaw and down her neck. He spent some time on her breasts, gently sucking on her nipples and making her moan, before progressing further down her body. He kissed the skin below her belly button in a straight line downwards, his lips feeling when he reached her slit and moving to the side before her reached anywhere really sensitive, provoking a groan from Hermione. He kissed around her pussy as she fidgeted, her hips moving around in front of him. He pulled away for a second before licking solidly from the entrance to her vagina all the way to the top of her slit, drawing a gasp from Hermione as she bucked her hips upwards into his mouth. He probed her entrance with his tongue before turning his attention to her clit, licking in a steady rhythm. It wasn’t long before she was moaning, her fingers clutching at the bedsheets as he lapped away. Abruptly she let out a yell, and Harry had to struggle to keep his mouth attached to her pussy as she thrashed around, before finally she pushed him away. He looked up at her with a grin on his face.
“Good?” he asked.
“Duh,” she replied back with a roll of her eyes before smiling. “Think you’re ready to go again?” Harry sat back, revealing a stiff cock. “Then you need to put that inside me,” she told him. He arranged himself on top of her while she guided his dick to her entrance, and then pushed into her. She closed her eyes as he worked himself inside her, each thrust going a little deeper until he was buried to the hilt in his girlfriend.
“Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded, and let out a breath.
“It still feels pretty big, but it doesn’t really hurt like yesterday. You can move a little now if you want to,” she added after a pause. Harry grinned and began to move his hips, slowly at first and then pulling out of her more and more, only to slide back inside. It wasn’t long before the familiar feeling built in his crotch.
“I’m going to cum, Hermione,” he muttered, their faces almost touching as they looked into each others eyes.
“Okay,” she answered with a smile. A few more thrusts and he was spilling his seed inside her again, his face screwed up in intense pleasure as Hermione held him close and he buried his face in her neck, his cock twitching inside her as it expelled the last of his cum into her pussy. They lay like that for a few minutes, Harry bringing his head up to kiss Hermione as they lay locked together. “We should get up,” said Hermione.
“Time for the library?” asked Harry wryly. She slapped his bum and gave him a mock glare.
“Don’t be cheeky,” she said sternly, before giggling. “Time for breakfast,” she corrected. “Then the library,” she added. Harry pulled out of her, drawing a small moan from the young girl as she was suddenly emptied. Harry started to pull on a pair of boxer shorts, but was interrupted. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.
“Getting dressed?”
“No, I haven’t finished ogling yet, breakfast will be nude,” she stated loftily. Harry shrugged.
“Fine with me,” he said, waiting for Hermione to get up so they could head downstairs. Harry poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat at the table while Hermione ate standing up, bowl in hand. “Do you actually need anything from the library, or are you just going because it’s a library?” he asked as they ate.
“I want to see if they have a couple of books,” she answered. “I’m sure you’ll be able to entertain yourself though.”
“Okay. Why don’t you sit down?” he asked. She shook her head.
“I’m leaking again,” she answered, showing Harry the cum that had slid out of her pussy and was running down her legs. “I’d rather not have to try and explain to mum why her dining chairs have semen stains on them.”
“Fair enough,” answered Harry with a grin. “Is that going to happen every time?”
Hermione shrugged. “I don’t really know. Probably.”
“Maybe you can look it up at the library,” suggested Harry with a grin. Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“Maybe I’ll make you look it up at the library,” she retorted. “You can ask the librarian where all the books on sex are kept, and then when she’s kicked you out for being a perv, I’ll be left in peace.” Harry held up his hands in surrender.
“Fine, I get it. I’ll come along and keep quiet.”
It was another fine day, and Harry couldn’t help but admire his girlfriends figure as they walked to the library. She was dressed in another light sundress and sandals, though it definitely helped that he knew she almost certainly wasn’t actually wearing anything else underneath it.
Harry wandered the library as Hermione picked out a couple of books, finally picking up a muggle book about fantasy creatures, thinking it would be interesting to see if any of them were actually real. He looked around for Hermione, finally finding her tucked away in a corner at a reading desk, her legs hidden behind the sides to the desk as she was slightly slumped in the chair.
“Hi Harry,” she said as he walked up, putting his book down opposite her and pulling out the chair. “Oh, before you sit down, I dropped my pen under the desk, would you mind getting it for me?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a slave you know,” he grumbled.
“Please?”
He sighed slightly, getting on his hands and knees and crawling under the desk. He didn’t see a pen on the floor, but he definitely did see Hermione’s open legs, her dress hitched right up to her hips and baring her pink slit to him. Harry grinned. He should know better. He crawled further in before reaching out and running a finger along the fold of skin that he loved so much. Hermione shifted in her seat slightly, edging forward so she was right on the edge of the chair. Harry responded by sliding a finger into her pussy, noting that she was already wet as he easily slid in. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over her clit as he fingered her, Hermione keeping her reaction to a minimum and Harry heard the rustle of paper above him as she turned a page in her book. He added a second finger to her pussy and Hermione slid a little further down, her bum now almost entirely off the edge of the chair. He kept up a steady rhythm with both his fingers and tongue, and was pleased to note that she was at least breathing heavily, though he could still hear the occasional page being turned. A thought struck him and he removed his fingers, prompting a huff of annoyance from above him, before he stuck a finger from his left hand into her pussy, lubricating it nicely. He took it out and replaced it with the same two fingers as before, then probed around a little lower with his now lubricated left index finger. He heard a small gasp as his finger slid into Hermione’s bum, slowly pushing it all the way in to the knuckle. He fingerfucked both her holes as he licked her, pleased to note that the pages had stopped turning and he had her full attention. Before long he could hear small moans, and then her pussy was thrust up into his face, jerking as her orgasm ran through her body. He stopped licking but kept fingering her slowly, watching as her legs twitched, her toes curling under her feet on the floor, sandals discarded. Withdrawing, he wiped his mouth on his arm to try and ensure a minimum of shininess from her juices before emerging in public again. He saw her hitch herself up into a more upright sitting position, her dress falling over her legs and blocking the view once more.
“Sorry,” he said as he emerged from under the desk. “I couldn’t find your pen.” He was rewarded with a giggle from a very red and flustered looking Hermione.
“That’s okay,” she said. “It probably just rolled off somewhere, I’ll have a look myself in a bit.”
Harry excused himself with a grin to go to the toilets and wash his hands and face before returning to the table. Hermione was gone, but her books were still there so he pulled up his chair and sat down, jumping when a hand was placed firmly on his crotch from under the table, eliciting a quiet giggle. Relaxing, he looked around the library, realising that she had picked her spot very well. They were quite hidden from most of the library, and there were no other desks around here that might have people sitting at them. He picked up his book, opening it at random to at least give the illusion of normality while Hermione unzipped his trousers and fished his very hard cock out from inside. He stared at the book in front of him, trying to read about manticores and their supposed appearances in history as far as muggles were concerned, while below him a hand was stroking his dick slowly. Abruptly he felt Hermione’s mouth slide over his cock, and he deliberately turned the page, even though he’d taken absolutely nothing in from the book so far. He sat there, his gaze fixed firmly if rather blankly on the book in front of him while Hermione sucked him off. He would normally thrust his hips up very slightly as she sucked him, but he didn’t want to draw any attention their way, as the occasional person did walk past the other end of the aisle they were in. It was several yards away but still, he did not want to be discovered like this! He could feel the familiar hot tenseness moving up from his balls through his cock as Hermione’s mouth and tongue worked on him, and he tried desperately to stifle the moan that escaped his lips as he came, his twitching cock spurting cum into Hermione’s mouth. She held him in her mouth for a couple of minutes to make sure he was totally finished, swallowing anytime there was a new dribble of spunk onto her tongue, the sensation of her swallowing while his cock was still in her mouth making Harry grip the book quite hard. Finally his cock was tucked back into his trousers and Hermione reappeared.
“Did you find your pen?” he asked as she settled herself in the chair again. She shook her head.
“No. I thought I had, but it just exploded everywhere so I put it back.”
Harry snorted with laughter at this description, and they both grinned at each other over their books.
They headed home a little later, Hermione with the two books she had picked out, and she had also checked out the book that Harry had been reading for him.
“I’m hungry,” she said as they got home.
“Me too,” he admitted, looking at his watch. “Well, it’s after twelve, we should have lunch.”
“Sandwiches?” asked Hermione.
“Sounds good to me,” he agreed.
The busied themselves with making lunch, sitting down with sandwiches and crisps at the table.
“So,” said Hermione as they tucked in. “What made you finger my bum?” Harry blushed immediately, busying himself with finishing his bite of sandwich before answering.
“Well, um, you seemed to like it last time, and I was trying to get a bit of a reaction from you,” he admitted. “You did like it, didn’t you?” he asked, suddenly slightly worried.
“I liked it a lot actually,” she said, blushing slightly herself as if it was embarrassing to admit she liked anything in her arse.
“Would you like to do it again?” he asked. Hermione nodded, her blush deepening. “Well I’m happy to oblige,” he said. “Never let it be said that I stood in the way of your quest for knowledge.” Hermione rolled her eyes with a smile.
“Yes, I’m sure it’s such a trial for you, you poor boy.” Harry smiled in response.
“I’ll manage somehow,” he said airily, before they both snorted with laughter.
After lunch they lay on the couch with the TV on in the background, though it wasn’t long before they were snogging again, and it wasn’t long after that that Harry’s hands found their way under Hermione’s dress. She spread her legs to allow him to touch her privates, and he fingered her as they kissed. She moaned as he brought her to orgasm for the third time that day, then lay panting a little in the afterglow.
“We should go upstairs,” she said. Harry sensed that more sex was available and readily agreed, allowing Hermione to lead him to her bedroom. “Hang on a second Harry,” she called as he went into her room but she kept walking. He waited somewhat awkwardly until she came back with her parents book on sex.
“What are we doing with that?” he asked curiously. She handed the book over.
“I thought you could pick a position that you wanted to try,” she said a little shyly. Harry blushed again, and picked up the book, flicking through it as they both sat on her bed. The illustrations were very detailed and graphic, and he found them extremely arousing. He reached down to adjust himself, his hard on becoming uncomfortable in his trousers.
“Just take it off if you like,” said Hermione. He looked up to see her watching him, and realised he might as well. He pulled off his shirt, then divested himself of the rest of his clothing while his girlfriend watched before sitting back down on the bed completely naked and picking up the book again. There were a lot of things he wanted to try actually, but he thought he would try and build on this morning, and turned the book around to Hermione.
She read the page title. “Anal sex?” she asked uncertainly.
“If you want to,” he said, licking his lips slightly nervously. She looked down at the page again, reading the information written there.
“I’m not sure,” she said hesitantly. “It says here to have lots of water based lube, and we don’t have any. And I’m not sure I want to go from a finger to your penis in one day,” she admitted. Harry hid his disappointment.
“That’s fine,” he said.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Sorry Harry, I’m just not sure about it just yet.”
“Really, it’s fine,” he reassured her, cursing himself for moving too fast. He watched her flick through the pages.
“What about this one?” she suggested, turning the book round to him again. It showed the woman on her hands and knees, the man behind her. It was essentially the same position as the anal sex one, but he was in her vagina.
“Looks pretty good,” he said with a smile. She smiled back.
“And you know, while you’re there, I guess I wouldn’t mind a finger in the back door,” she said delicately, a blush nonetheless colouring her cheeks slightly as her lips quirked into a smile.
“Sounds like fun,” he said with a smile of his own. He watched as Hermione took off her dress and climbed onto the bed facing away from him, lowering herself to her elbows as she bent over for him. She looked over her shoulder.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked with a cheeky look. Harry was somewhat transfixed by the clear view that he had of her pussy and the small pink rosebud that was her anus, but shook it off.
“Nothing at all,” he replied, taking up position behind her. He looked down to guide himself into her folds, her vagina still slick from her orgasm not ten minutes ago. He shuddered to himself a little as he pushed into her, working himself deeper with every thrust, Hermione moaning slightly as he bottomed out, unable to go any further as his groin was resting on Hermione’s butt.
“God, you’re so far in,” she moaned.
“Is it okay?”
“God yes,” she replied, pushing back at him a little. Harry grinned at her enthusiasm, withdrawing slightly so he could thrust back into her, their skin coming together with little slapping noises. He leaned over her, his belly touching her back so he could cup her small breasts in his hands, slowing the pace down a little as he fondled her. Hermione moaned in satisfaction as he gently played with her nipples before his hands slid back down her body as he straightened up, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he fucked her. ‘I’m fucking Hermione,’ he thought to himself. ‘I have my cock inside her and she’s moaning like a slut!’ He wondered briefly if Ron would even believe him if he told him about this. He looked down so he could watch his cock sliding into her hairless pussy, and remembered her arsehole. Sucking on a finger to get it a little wet, he pushed it against the small pink hole, watching as it sunk in easily. Hermione moaned louder at this second intrusion, and Harry realised he could feel his cock thrusting into her through the walls in her bum. He fingerfucked her bumhole as he pounded her pussy, intent now only on cumming inside her. He could feel it coming, and he slammed into her one final time as he filled her with his cum for the second time that day, his cock buried as deeply as he could get it.
“Ahhhh!” he exclaimed as his orgasm pulsed through him, spurts of semen filling Hermione’s pussy. He pulled his finger from her arse slowly, wiping it on a tissue that was lying on the bed before they both fell forward onto the pillows, Harry still buried deep inside his girlfriend.
“That was incredible,” muttered Hermione.
“Too right,” he agreed, too spent to say much more. He rolled onto his side so he wasn’t crushing her, but pulled her with him so that he would stayed lodged inside her, not wanting the contact to end. He closed his eyes, burying his face in the bushy brown hair in front of him. “I love you Hermione,” he said sleepily, his arm draped across her possessively.
“I love you too Harry,” she replied, taking his hand in hers as they lay together in her bed.
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