The old Blake family home at 12 Grimaud Square was extremely uncomfortable – the sweet smell of decay, the dim lighting, the depressing atmosphere, and the rows of pixie heads on the other side of the porch.
Harry tiptoed up the stairs, trying not to make a sound – he didn’t want to wake up the raucous old woman painting her portrait.
The second room on the right on the second floor was where he and Ron lived.
Harry walked carefully across the stair landing, only to find a strange mass in the doorway of the room. The thing was lying on its back on the door, a strip of something to its left kept squirming and making heavy breathing noises from time to time.
“Ahem-” Harry seemed to recognize the object.
It’s personal.
It’s a woman.
A stunning beauty – fiery red hair, iconic face.
But at this point her face was actually almost as red as her hair.
Ginny gave Harry a shy look and hurried back to her room.
“Hasn’t she stopped being shy with me? Why is her face still so red?” Harry thought to himself. Unconsciously, Harry was dragged towards his room by his feet.
He wanted to see Ron and Hermione so badly! Five steps, four steps, three steps – and his face reddened when he reached two steps left from the door of the room. Without even needing to put his ear to the door of the room, he could clearly hear the wintry moan, “…… Ah…… ah…… ah…… harder Ron! …… Not even close, harder harder!”
“You little wannabe hoof is getting more and more capable, I can’t get enough of you~” came Ron’s familiar voice from inside.
Harry was stunned – it turned out that Ron and Hermione had been doing this sort of metamorphosis for a long time! I can’t believe I never knew.
He also instantly understood what Ginny was doing just now – his left hand, naturally, was rubbing that young virgin pussy (maybe it had already been deflowered by one of her brothers); his reddened face, naturally, was an unstoppable spring tide.
As he listened to Hermione’s moans in the room getting more and more lustful, and the sound of the “rattling” bed shaking getting louder and louder, Harry suddenly felt overly embarrassed to stay here any longer.
Just as he was about to pull away, he heard a muffled growl from Ron from inside, and Hermione’s moans came to a crescendo – all was calm again.
Harry’s ready to go.
“Harry, there you are! Come on in! We missed you!” Ron shouted.
Now Harry was surprised.
He was sure he hadn’t made any noise while the two of them were in the throes of passion, so how could Ron have known he was coming? — The door had opened automatically — a naked Ron and Hermione were both lying on the bed.
Hermione was still using her mouth to help Ron clean up the remnants of her launch, and Ron was playing with Hermione’s nipples, which had darkened a bit in color.
Harry wasn’t sure if he should or shouldn’t look, so he pretended to look around at the furnishings of the room.
A turn of the head jerked his head to see something that resembled a large mirror.
But the image inside was not his own reflection, but the hallway outside the door!
“No wonder they knew I was coming!” Harry muttered. “Yes little Harry~ How else would we dare to have sex so liberally, thanks to this food-reducer!”
“It’s the monitor, stupid!” Hermione pouted. The tone was so pouty, Harry had never heard it before.
“Since the adults were in a meeting and Fred and George were away, I only had the scope of the monitor on the second floor corridor.” Hermione said waving her wand that was still lying on the floor a moment ago, “Ron was fucking especially hard when Ginny came over to eavesdrop just now noo~” she said while pinching Ron’s cock.
It was only then that Harry took a good look at the two close friends he hadn’t seen in January – Ron seemed to have grown taller again. Still full of freckles, but seemed to be a lot more handsome than he had been before the summer vacation started.
Muscles also more and more solid, just that thing Harry still can not see – Ron’s although also counted not small, but his own can be bigger than Ron’s on the first! Pride finished he naturally moved his eyes to Hermione – unloaded the heavy bag of constraints, at this time the carcass of crystal, the body still with the redness of the orgasm of Hermione, slightly opened her legs. Between the strands of a shiny thing from the root of the thigh until dripping near the knee. 15-year-old breasts, although not yet very large, but there has been a kind of mature charm.
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but Hermione slowly climbed up and plopped down on the bed, going to pull the curtains. This sprawl made Harry harden as well – soft waist, plump ass, and most of all, that pussy!
There wasn’t a stray hair, it was crystal clear and all over the place. Ron’s cum was still dripping out of his pussy.
Harry gulped – this was his closest buddy’s woman after all.
Although it is said that “a friend’s wife can be ridden casually”, but we can’t be rude at this moment.
“Geez, I’m exhausted from all the work!” Ron stretched, “I’m going to take a shower first.” After saying that he walked towards the door with a towel on – “I’ll leave this little wannabe to you Harry~ I can’t get enough of her! Haha” Harry stood there in amazement, shock making him unable to move. But Hermione made him move – with a wave of her wand, Harry’s entire body flew up and fell onto the bed.
The scent of lusty love juice mixed with the rich aroma of Hermione’s hair washed into Harry’s nostrils in a rush.
He couldn’t control it. But he couldn’t move, “Hermione used magic to hold him.”
“Harry, I’m going to rape you, I’m going to possess you!” Hermione winks.
With a wave of his wand, Harry’s clothes were instantly ruffled.
“Swish, swish, swish,” ropes flew out of the wand and bound Harry, securing him firmly to the bed.
Harry wondered what Hermione was up to.
He was panicking.
He was afraid Hermione would SM him – such a disgrace in case Ron suddenly came back ……
But Hermione didn’t make the next move anymore, instead she got dressed.
Underwear and t-pants in orange lace, black tulle, white shirt; black net stockings, denim hot pants; tweed plaid coat.
Harry then realized what Hermione was up to – it was going to be incredibly exciting to enjoy – a striptease performance by a stunning airhead slut! Hermione twirled her unripe, but extremely seductive body. Her brown hair brushed against her ample bosom. She turned around, her coat slowly slipping off. She bent over, her slender, tender white hands stroking upward from her toes – calves, thighs, belly, breasts.
She turned to face Harry again and continued to wiggle her bewitchingly plump hips.
The white shirt was unbuttoned one by one – even through the black tulle and orange lace bra, Harry could clearly see Hermione’s nipples, inflamed with excitement.
Harry was also aroused – it had been a long time since Harry had been so wanton after being worried all day due to the resurrection of Voldemort – and the huge manhood slowly stood up, and it was truly extraordinary: though not fully inflated, it was actually no less than Ron’s.
Hermione looked at the behemoth with clear, hungry eyes.
Was it the usual repression of focusing on her studies that made Hermione so? Harry thought in his head, but his eyes could no longer leave Hermione’s long, straight legs encased in sexy mesh stockings.
The legs were as flawless as jade and had a primal allure against the black.
The denim hot pants had been dumped somewhere – all that was left of Hermione’s entire body was that orange underwear and black hazel.
Harry was expecting further action from Hermione, but to his surprise she stopped.
Hermione picked up her wand on the floor, gave it a little shake, mumbled something – and with a ‘poof’ a long strip of something fell into her hand.
It’s a dildo!
And it was a thick, large, constantly twisting and vibrating dildo.
Once again Hermione threw down her wand and sat on her butt on the carpet. With her left hand, she took the dildo and reached for her femur, while her right hand probed her chest. The dildo that slowly slid into her vagina was accompanied by frantic writhing and intense vibrations that hit Hermione’s sensitive areas.
The five delicate fingers of her right hand quickly traced over the nipple, and a tingle sent shivers down Hermione’s spine.
“Harry, do I look kinky to you? Do you want to have me or not? Ah …… ah ……” Hermione wailed.
Of course Harry wanted to fuck her! Wanted to fill her empty heart with his huge load!
If he could move now, how could he leave Hermione alone to masturbate?
Unfortunately he couldn’t move, only his manhood was still moving.
Due to the overwhelming excitement, Harry’s cock jumped and throbbed as the blood pounded and rubbed against the ropes that bound Harry.
“…… Ah…… Ah…… I’m flying, cum in Harry, cum in! Ah…… “As Hermione let out a soul-crushing cry, a flood of water shot out from between her legs. From the traces on the carpet, this spray was sprayed no less than 3 meters!
It was also at this point, with the help of the rope rubbing against his manhood, that Harry reached his climax as well!
A thick spurt of cum came out, no less than half a meter, falling and scattering all over Harry’s flat belly.
Hermione’s entire body collapsed to the floor, somewhat deflated by her two consecutive orgasms. But what was that to her thirsty heart? She climbed onto the bed, crawled over to Harry and began to lick the hoarded cum from Harry’s belly. How could Harry stand to watch such a lascivious scene? The manhood rose again within a few short minutes of the launch.
The erection hit Hermione, who was lapping up the cum, in the face – without saying a word, Hermione grabbed the huge thing and licked it up.
With that she straddled Harry’s chest in one swift motion so that Harry could get a clear view of Hermione’s beautiful private parts.
It’s really a heavenly gift!
The post-orgasmic wetness made Hermione’s pussy even more attractive – although her nipples were quite dark in color from years of masturbation, Hermione’s vulva was still pink.
What appeared to be a steamed bun pussy lips and two protruding reddish labia minora wrapped around a dumb clitoris.
How Harry wanted to cup Hermione’s plump ass and savor the beautiful pussy.
Harry had never imagined that the female body that had been by his side for four years could be so beautiful.
Perhaps it was Hermione’s overly excellent grades and being so close to himself and Ron that he had never fantasized about this wonderful young woman who could be considered a beauty in the whole of Hogwarts and who had a hot body.
And right now, with the most private parts of this wonderful girl exposed to his eyes, while his own femur was enjoying the services of this wonderful girl’s warm mouth, Harry really regretted that he hadn’t developed her earlier.
But as the beauty was already present, Harry had no time to repent this much.
Harry only felt Hermione stop licking and eating her manhood and slowly sit up.
She took a few steps back in a half crouch, her own private parts now covering Harry’s face.
She surprised Harry by sitting on her ass in front of his face! A strong, lustful scent went straight to Harry’s sense of smell. It was the smell of Ron’s cum mixed with Hermione’s love juice. At the same time there was a bit of an ethereal aroma… Could this be the distinctive scent of a teenage girl? Harry thought. Not being able to care about this much, Harry’s tongue attacked Hermione’s forbidden place.
Hermione was really slutty to a fault – she let her hips circle Harry’s face as if she were having sex, twisting and turning to give herself more pleasure.
Suddenly she stopped writhing, and Harry could visibly feel Hermione’s pussy twitch a few times in his mouth – she had surprisingly had another orgasm!
Hermione was literally collapsing onto Harry’s equally naked body this time.
She was so flaccid that she exuded even more lustful power.
Harry looked at Hermione’s buttocks, which were facing him, and there was really no getting the swelling off his erect prick.
Subconsciously, he reached for her ass-soft to the touch, smooth skin-and he could move!
A wave of ecstasy went through Harry.
Because of Hermione’s fainting, the magic she had cast thus faded, and the ropes binding Harry naturally disappeared!
(What about that monitor, you might ask? Well, it’s a bug over here, ignore ……)
Harry excitedly climbed to his feet and rolled the fainting Hermione over.
He scrutinized every ounce of detail on Hermione’s body – her brown hair sensuously stuck to her delicate cheeks by sweat; the nipples that loomed over her ample breasts, showing that her passion had not yet subsided; the flat belly with the waspish waist and hips, an almost perfect figure!
Harry peeled off the sweat-soaked black sarong she was wearing, and then removed her net stockings – the snow-white thighs were finally in full view of Harry.
He finally couldn’t contain his urge to pick up one of Hermione’s plump, firm thighs for a quick kiss.
Instead of attacking Hermione’s sanctuary again, he stroked downward, coveting her jade feet – feet that Harry had been obsessed with ever since that one time he saw Hermione washing her feet in the lake.
The toes were as green as green onions, and the traces of veins hidden on the snow-white insteps were actually so tantalizing. Harry kissed the jeweled feet, licking the rosy, delicate soles, gently nibbling on the jade-like toes, sniffing the wisps of fragrance – Harry was addicted.
“You like my feet a lot?” Hermione asked suddenly.
Turns out she woke up a long time ago.
She had been waiting for the penetration of Harry’s big manhood, but she didn’t realize that Harry was playing with her feet.
“Well, I’ve liked it for a long time, but never got the chance.” Harry replied.
Hermione understood that when Harry’s eyes were always down there whenever the three of them were talking during the summer. At first she didn’t understand, but soon she did – she had really pretty feet herself!
And then she understood Harry’s foot-loving tendencies – after washing her feet at the lake one time, she realized that the socks she had left in her shoes were missing!
Later, while helping Harry clean his room, he found his own pair of socks!
Hermione tenderly moved her jade foot between Harry’s strands, her big and second toes clamping down on Harry’s glans in one fell swoop before rubbing her smooth, young foot against Harry’s shaft continuously, stimulating Harry’s horse’s eye.
Harry finally relented!
As soon as he grabbed Hermione’s slender ankles, he pulled her whole body between his own strands, and with his manhood aimed at Hermione’s privates, he plunged in at once!
Harry said goodbye to his virginity!
There was no need for foreplay, and Hermione’s lubricated pussy from her three orgasms made Harry’s initial thrusts unopposed.
But Hermione’s cunt was ultimately too tight to fully withstand the onslaught of Harry’s massive manhood.
“Ouch ……” a tearing pain deep in her vagina near her uterus made Hermione scream out.
But that pain was soon covered by the fullness of the fullness talking – Harry’s big cock hadn’t disappointed Hermione!
Harry began to thrust. He moved slowly and gently at first, as Hermione’s deeply curved vagina had not yet been fully developed and he was afraid that strong movements would hurt her.
After a period of trial and error, Harry got bold and increased the frequency and force of his thrusts.
“……Ah……Harry, fuck me……Unh……Unh! …… Fuck me, fuck me slut ……” Hermione’s mouth was full of slutty words, making Harry so uncomfortable!
The sudden stop in his movements signaled Hermione to roll over, he was going to thrust from behind.
Hermione crawled up obediently into a puppy dog position, her hips puckered out and her entire pussy in full view of Harry.
Harry made no bones about it, thrusting in one hard stroke, hitting Hermione’s womb in one go!
Hermione was so turned on by this sudden excitement that she was floating on a cloud.
Harry began a near frenzy of thrusting, seeming to take out all of his frustration with Dumbledore for restricting them from delivering messages to him for the past month on Hermione’s flesh!
Hermione fainted and woke up during the round of thrusts, woke up and was again confused by the intense vaginal and uterine stimulation on her.
This went back and forth several times before Hermione’s arm, which had previously supported her body, finally went limp.
Harry grabbed Hermione’s left hand and pulled her upper body towards him, then wrenched her right shoulder with his right hand – so that he could thrust deeper into Hermione’s flesh!
100 down, 200 down, 300 down …… 900 down, 1000 down ……
I don’t know how long it took, but Harry finally reached his climax!
And Hermione in her crotch had long since jetted like a fountain several times and lost consciousness.
Suddenly, Harry clearly felt what appeared to be a force from Hermione’s womb sucking on his glans.
After a few hard thrusts, the mouth of the womb sucked Harry’s manhood in one hard thrust.
“…… Ah ……,” Harry cried out in relief as the thick, virile sperm filled Hermione’s womb full force.
Harry continued to thrust in and out of Hermione’s pussy with intent for a while before reluctantly leaving Hermione’s flesh.
He admired his own semen gurgling out of Hermione’s heavenly creature-like private parts, and suddenly his heart was filled with fulfillment – man is indeed an animal of carnal desire – and a flurry of flopping was able to vent all of the unhappiness from the previous month of January.
Harry moved up to Hermione’s pussy and sucked on the unmistakably lewd smelling concoction mixed with his own and Ron’s cum, as well as her own love juices.
Then he leaned over Hermione and planted a deep bite on her crystalline lips.
Harry watched once again as the lusty love juices spilled out of Hermione’s mouth, running over her pretty face and dripping onto the pillow.
The love juice stained the white pillowcase like a crystalline flower.