Hermione Granger Pt. 3

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On second thought, the question of how to go about fucking Hermione Jane Granger wasn't a hard one to answer at all after a moment of consideration. Why should he limit himself to one position, after all? More succinctly put, the answer was clearly… as many as humanly possible!

Surging forward, Harry collides with Hermione's quivering, shaking form, pushing her up against the wall as she's still trying to recover from his exquisite bout of parseltonguing. Yelping, the brunette bookworm can only moan as Harry brings his mouth down upon one of her tits, while at the same time reaching down and hooking a hand up under one of her thighs.

Lifting a leg into the air, he angles his cock just right, and a moment later spears into Hermione from below, filling her pussy with his length and taking her virginity right then and there on the spot. Is he surprised that she still had an intact hymen? Not really, but either way her virginity just isn't that important at this point. They both know what they want, and Harry in particular has decided he's not going to hold back. Not for this… maybe not ever again.

"P-Professor!"

Hermione's husky voice from before has become a squeaky tone as she grabs onto his shoulders for support, her one remaining foot on the ground all the way up on its tip toes now thanks to his intensity. As he takes her in a standing fuck, she squeals and moans in equal measure, her pussy walls clenching down hard around his cock, but neither managing to push him out or hold him in. He just keeps pounding her up against the wall.

"Y-You're so r-rough, Professor!"

Finally disengaging from her tit, leaving behind red marks from where he'd nibbled at her breastflesh, Harry looks up into Hermione's eyes and gives her a sardonic smile.

"I'm sorry Ms. Granger… but I don't think I'll be able to hold back from here on out."

His blunt honesty causes Hermione's eyes to widen… and her pussy walls to clench down even HARDER around his cock. It takes him a moment to realize the keening noise that emits from her barely parted plush lips and the way she's spasming on his dick are indications that he just brought her to orgasm. Letting out a light bit of laughter, Harry just shakes his head and leans in again, this time capturing Hermione's mouth with his own.

She quickly wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in and kissing him back as he takes her up against the wall hard and fast, pounding into her time and time again with a ferocity that couldn't be matched, that couldn't be withstood.

Luckily she has the wall to support her, but Harry… Harry is just getting started. In fact, he knows where he wants to take her next, he knows where they're going. And so, after pounding into her clenching cunt for a good little while, he suddenly pulls away, letting out a lustful growl as he drags Hermione off the wall with him and over to the nearby table.

She yelps as he bends her over it without hesitation, treating her rather roughly and even giving her perfectly plump posterior a nice hard upwards swat in order to make her rise it sufficiently up into the air to meet his raging erection. As her back arches from her laying flat over the table and also going up onto her tip toes at the same time, Harry holds Hermione by the back of the neck in place with one hand while he takes his cock with the other and feeds it into her needy, horny pussy.

"Ohhhh Merlin~ Professor you're so BIG!"

Grinning, Harry begins to plow Hermione in this new position, pounding into her from behind… more accurately, PLOWING into her from behind. As he rams forward and her gushing wet quim responds by getting slicker and slicker, Harry leans in, panting heavily as he responds directly into her ear.

"All the better to fuck you silly with, Ms. Granger. Tell me more about how much you love my cock."

"It's soooo good, Professor! I love being a teacher's pet! I love being fucked silly bent over a table! Give it to me more! Give it to me HARDER!"

He's already fucking her pretty hard, but Harry does his best to accommodate her desires all the same. The clap of his hips against her ass cheeks grows louder and louder as he slams home into her sopping pussy time and time again. His balls swing up and slap against her clit, driving Hermione to even higher heights of ecstasy and euphoric bliss. Her pussy grows tight and then relaxes, flexing as she orgasms for him multiple times over the course of the objectively explosive pounding.

Still, Harry wants more. He wants it all. And right now, he's in complete control… which means of course that he's going to GET it all. After pounding Hermione into the table hard enough to make it shake and rock for a several minutes, Harry reaches out and grabs hold of her brunette locks, yanking them back and forcing them into a makeshift ponytail that he wraps around his fist.

Then, pulling her off of the table, he sends them both to the floor. Hermione lets out a yelp yet again as she's forced to her hands and knees, but this time his cock doesn't leave her pussy, and the feel of her inner walls clenching down HARD around his member makes it clear she's actually really enjoying the rough, forceful treatment. Curious, Harry cocks his head to the side as he begins to fuck her doggystyle, eyeing the back of his best friend's head as her moans fill the room.

Reaching around her with his other hand, he grabs her by the neck gently but firmly, even as he leans in close.

"Tell me, Ms. Granger… what is it about my treatment of you that appeals to you so greatly? I can feel how sopping wet you are. I've been keeping track of just how many orgasms you've experienced around my cock. Are you just a masochistic slut? Or is there something more to it?"

Between yelps and moans, Hermione does her best to answer. Harry expected nothing left from the brunette bookworm and all around teacher's pet. She can't leave a question or query from a Professor unanswered for even a minute if it's in her power to do so.

"I-I enjoy s-submission, Professor… it's not p-pain I get off on, but the knowledge that I'm, oooh, being a g-good little girl for you, s-sir… I can be w-whatever you need me to be, Professor. You don't, nngh, have to h-hold back on my account…"

Trust Hermione to know exactly what she's about. It's always the quiet ones, isn't it? More likely, Harry muses, she probably immediately began researching her own kinks and sexual fetishes in preparation for this moment all that time ago, when she'd fled from him and Daphne in his office. From that moment on, Hermione had been readying herself to be whatever she needed to be in order to catch his interest.

In the end though, she really just needed to be herself. While Harry was enjoying taking her to pound town, he wasn't going to hurt her overly much if she didn't enjoy being hurt. Indeed, if she'd answered yes to his question about being a masochist, he would have spanked her some more. As it is, Hermione hasn't done anything to deserve such punishment if she's not going to enjoy it.

Instead, Harry lets go of her hair and throat and settles his hands on her hips and ass, digging his fingers in and massaging her plump derriere as he leans back and fucks her all the harder. Letting her head drop low, Hermione moans and mewls and cries out as she gets pounded doggystyle, her toes curling in distinct pleasure and her pussy continuing to gush down the length of his cock at intermittent intervals as a result of his massive member plowing into her again and again.

She's just so tight and so fucking wet. It's impossible for Harry to hold back for any appreciable length of time, if he's being honest. Hermione is imminently fuckable, her body MADE to be sexed up. It starts with him leaning forward to reach around her again, this time to grab her tits and begin groping and squeezing and kneading them to his heart's content, enjoying the breathless moans that the action causes.

But as he mounts her fully, his body draped over hers, Harry's powerful thrusts ultimately cause Hermione's limbs to buckle. She goes down to her elbows after a little while, but even that's not enough as he all but pounds her into the ground, until she falls from her hands and knees and ends up completely pressed against the floor.

A prone bone is okay too though, Harry can't help but thinking. Hermione's legs go straight and his cock now has to pass through her milky, creamy, soft thighs in order to plow into her pussy. He's not penetrating as deeply as he was before, maybe, but depth isn't everything. Hermione is still moaning up a storm, even as his hands go from her tits, which are now trapped under her body, to her shoulders.

Laid out over her, Harry rams into her from above, pressing her into the ground and slamming home into her quim time and time again. Her insides are beginning to properly give way, her pussy losing a bit of it's tightness from the seemingly never-ending onslaught. Harry knows from his weekly experiences with Daphne that she'll be quick to recover once he's done, but he's far from done at the moment.

Still, that's not to say Hermione is becoming loose or anything like that. Rather, she's fitting his cock perfectly at this point, turning into the perfect sheathe for his member as her plump, thicc thighs caress the base of his dick and his ball sack, acting as pillows for both. There are no words exchanged between the two of them during this time. Rather, it's more accurate to say that they've gone fully primal, with Harry prone boning Hermione on the floor quite aggressively. No more Professor and Ms. Granger, just a man fucking a woman, plowing her silly and getting ready to seed her.

However, the thought of his encroaching orgasm makes Harry long for something more… intimate. Right now Hermione is just a fuck toy, pinned down and used for his pleasure, even as she experiences her own share of orgasmic ecstasy as well. Harry wants more than that… and so he pulls out of her one last time, knowing that the next time he plunges into her depths, he'll soon cum.

Hermione doesn't know his inner thoughts though and can only whine piteously at the sudden loss of the thick fat cock in her pussy. She mewls pathetically, like a kitten who's lost her cream. But Harry isn't slow in changing up their position one last time. Hermione is rolled over onto her back and his hands pull her legs up on either side of her into the air, even as he moves forward, his cock nestling between her pussy lips.

They stare at each other for a moment… and then Harry thrusts forward, getting to watch Hermione's O-face as even that singular thrust is enough to make her cum on the spot. Her eyes then roll up in her head and her tongue remains lolling out of her mouth, even as Harry leans forward and begins to take Hermione in a mating press.

It just feels right. If he's going to pump her fill of his seed, then he needs to be face to face. And so, as her legs are pushed back by his shoulders, Harry slides his hands down from them and over to Hermione's hands. His fingers lace with her fingers as he pins her hands back on either side of her head. His cock is once again plunging into Hermione from above again and again, but this time they're facing one another.

As their lips meet, Hermione kisses him back hungrily, still with that insensate expression on her face but clearly acting on instinct as their tongues duel with one another. Meanwhile, her legs, now freed of his grasp, end up coming down and wrapping around his waist as he takes her right then and there on the floor of the room while holding hands.

There's nothing slow about his thrusts, they're not in a dark bedroom under the covers… but then, that's a level of lewdity that even Harry wouldn't be caught engaging in. Still, there's no denying that the final position that Harry pounds Hermione in is a consummate mating press, and when he finally cums inside of her a few moments later, she squeals into his mouth, her eyes rolling around in her skull and her pussy clenching down hard around his cock, milking it for every last drop of his seed.

He paints the insides of her womb white and the two of them just lay there for a moment, holding one another tightly, their fingers locked together and their bodies pressed against each other. But… it is the floor and that's not the most comfortable place, especially for cuddles. Eventually they pull apart and Harry lifts Hermione up into a bridal carry, taking her to the nearby bedroom where they can actually relax and cuddle with one another.

As Hermione nuzzles up against him, curling into his side, Harry wraps an arm around her and smiles, perfectly content and seriously spent. After a few minutes of silence, Hermione lets out a breathless, happy little sigh.

"That was… amazing, Harry. Best first time ever."

His smile transforms into a wide grin at that, and he looks down into Hermione's eyes, able to see that she means it, wholly and utterly.

"I had a great time to, Hermione. Best birthday present ever as well."

Blushing, the brunette bookworm ducks her head shyly, mumbling thanks for his praise. For a little while, they continue to cuddle with one another, before ultimately falling asleep in each other's arms.

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Meanwhile, the other two women that Harry has drawn into his orbit since the school year began have not been idle while Hermione was planning this birthday celebration. Daphne Greengrass and Nymphadora Tonks each have their own plans. Besides them, the rest of the school is beginning to grow a little restless as well, shall we say.

Neither Harry nor Hermione realize just how many witches at Hogwarts are only there for a chance at Harry James Potter. But the Man-Who-Won would learn soon enough.

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