Chapter 15: Plans

"Urggghhh..." Snape groaned, and very slowly opened his eyes. He immediately assessed his situation: He was back at Hogwarts, the hospital wing if he was

not mistake about the smell and feel of the blankets. The lights were dim. His... Everything felt like hell, especially his balls and the back of his head.

The face of Madam Pomphrey swam into view. She was offering him that professionally detached smile of hers to him-One that never failed to annoy him.

"Are we awake?" She asked.

Snape bit back the Mel Brooks-inspired retort, and groaned in reply. "Yes..."

"Good..." She said. Dumbledore and McGonnagal's faces soon entered his field of vision too.

"Severus, thank goodness Poppy and Minerva were nearby," the ancient wizard spoke. "What happened?"

Severus groaned again. His mind was a jumbled mess of pain, but he did remember one thing... "Potter. I saw him... Outside...?" He strained, but even his

formidable mind couldn't fight off the effects of a concussion. "Then everything went black."

"He has suffered quite a bit of injury, Albus," Pomphrey said. "Electrocution, blunt force trauma... He's lucky to be alive!"

"It's clear the defenses work, Albus," McGonnagal said. "I dare say you won't try something like that again."

"No... But I am surprised, Severus," Albus said. "You should not have triggered them unless you meant Harry harm."

Severus winced. "I... I did not... However..." It was hard to recall... Everything was a mess... "I... I may have..."

"Albus, really," McGonnagal snorted. "Sending Severus? Really? It's a wonder he's alive considering how the defenses are supposed to work."

Severus tried to snap out an insult, but Pomphrey forced a potion down his throat. "GLURK!"

"Now now, none of that Severus," Pomphry clucked. "Drink it down, you know how this works."

While Snape suffered swallowing down the vile healing potion, Dumbledore was arguing with McGonnagal nearby.

"Now Minerva, really, I would trust-"

"Severus with your life," McGonnagal repeated, and Snape saw Pomphrey repeat the same words silently. Miserable tarts, the both of them.

"However, his childish bullying of Mr. Potter is simply ridiculous," McGonnagal said. "To the point that the wards you set up against You-Know-Who did

this to him!"

"... Well... The important thing is that Severus is alive, and that Harry is safe," Dumbledore said, nodding a bit.

"Good... However, I must insist you memory charm Severus immediately," McGonnagal said. Snape's eyes widened.

"What?! No!"

"Minerva, the wards works-" Dumbledore tried, but McGonnagal cut him off.

"The Dark Lord could find out his location and use it as a means to set up a trap for Potter," McGonnagal said patiently. "Remember, we are trying to keep

him safe, and preventing You-Know-Who from having any vital information is a good strategy."

Dumbledore was silent for a time, before nodding and looking over at Snape. "Severus... You understand? I will merely remove the last few hours from your

mind, I assure you."

Severus stared for a bit, weighing the pros and cons. Despite everything, he didn't want Potter killed... But to suffer this much for his cause?

"... Very well," he said. Dumbledore obliviated him, and Snape blinked.

"... What happened?" He asked.

"I'm afraid you were injured on an errand for me, Severus," Dumbledore said. "Thankfully you will recover-However, due to security reasons I cannot tell

you what occurred."

Severus slowly nodded, and winced. "Of course, Headmaster."

"Good. Get some rest," Dumbledore said with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes. He was about to depart, when something caught his eyes.

"Poppy? What is a beater's bat doing in here?" The old wizard asked.

Pomphrey had her back turned to both Snape and Dumbledore as she answered. "It's a medical bat, actually," she said. "Reserved for use as an anesthetic

against particularly unruly patients." She turned with a smile, her eyes looking over the tray of potions she had. "I rarely need to use it, but I take

it out every now and then to make sure it's in working order, you understand."

"I didn't know you had one," Dumbledore admitted. Pomphrey shrugged demurely, fiddling with a stopper on the tray.

"You never asked, Albus."

"Ah, yes, of course," Dumbledore said, frowning slightly. "Minerva, about our conversation-?"

"I'm free all day tommorrow, Albus," McGonnagal said with a smile. "Have no fear."

Albus smiled back and nodded. "None at all, Minerva. Good evening to you all! Get better soon, Severus."

"Yes Headmaster," Snape said quietly.

Dumbledore turned and strode out of the hospital wing. McGonnagal's lips twitched ever so slightly, as though she was trying hard not to laugh. Snape sneered.

"What are you... Laughing about, Minerva?" He asked. McGonnagal smirked at him slightly.

"Merely appreciating something the Muggles call 'The Karma Fairy'," she said. "It seems to have visited you."

Snape would have retorted, had Pomphrey not shoved another potion down his throat. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon, he knew no more.

McGonnagal and Pomphrey waited until they were sure Snape was asleep, before the Transfiguration mistress raised an eyebrow at the nurse.

"Medical bat?"

Pomphrey shrugged. "It's an old, but accepted practice..." She smiled wryly. "And it's use technically does not violate the Hippocratic Oath."

"There are times when you scare me, Poppy," McGonnagal admitted.

"Oh come now Minnie, you wouldn't have had half as much fun if you didn't know me," Pomphrey teased. Minerva smirked.

"I've had quite a bit of fun without you, you know..."

"I know... But not as much as you would have with me," the nurse said with a smile. McGonnagal stretched, and checked her watch.

"Hmm... I believe Sirius is still up," she said. "Perhaps we can pay him a visit..."

"Let slip the night's events?" Pomphrey asked with a smirk.

"Why Poppy, that would be just plain unprofessional!" McGonnagal scolded. "No, we will inform him of his former classmate's misfortune, and advise that

he treat Severus with nothing but respect and good will."

Pomphrey shook her head. "And you say I'm scary..."

McGonnagal just laughed.

The morning sun rose, casting it's rays through the windows of Hogwarts. Life giving energy filled the infirmary and bathed everything within it in glorious

warmth.

It was therefore very understandable why Severus Snape detested mornings. If even coffee could not make his mood improve, then sunlight, that natural pick

me up, did nothing but make him surlier.

"Good morning Severus," Madam Pomphrey greeted him warmly, as she entered the infirmary carrying a tray of food. She set it on the small table next to

Snape's bed and swiveled it around in front of him. "You should start eating, it will help speed your recovery."

Snape raised his eyebrows. There were slices of well cooked ham, pineapple and other fresh fruit, blueberry pancakes with honey, skim milk, and hardboiled

eggs. He glanced up at her.

"It's..." He began, but Madam Pomphrey interjected.

"It's good for you, and you will eat it all," the nurse said flatly. Snape grumbled but went to it, trying not to show his enjoyment of the meal. Admittedly

it was nice to have a change from the traditional British cooking Hogwarts supplied it's students with. One of the things he missed most about his summers

off was access to Indian or Chinese food, pizza... Hell, fresh vegetables that hadn't been fried first was practically a luxury to him. Why the Wizarding

world had to be so backwards about cuisine was beyond him-A good salad every now and again would do wonders for the pudgy little bastards.

Then again, he knew just why Dumbledore kept insisting on offering everyone he met a lemon drop: They were laced with a mild laxative. The man felt it

was good and proper for everyone to be regular. Which they would be with better diets, but Snape had no ambition to change things for the better around

here-Unless it involved improving his own situation.

Fat chance of that though...

Madam Pomphrey had exited the room while he was eating, and she returned just as he finished. She was carrying what appeared to be a stuffed hippogriff.

She set it down on the side table, and Snape stared at it.

"And that is?" Snape asked with a sneer. Madam Pomphrey smiled.

"Oh, just a gift from a well wisher," she said. Snape reached for his wand, but Madam Pomphrey snatched it away. She scowled at him.

"No magic until you're healed," she said sternly. Snape grumbled, but he was wise enough to not insult the woman who mixed his medical potions and could

do horrible things to him with a simple okay from the Headmaster.

He had issues but he wasn't stupid, thank you.

"Who is it from?" He asked flatly. Madam Pomphrey handed him a card. It appeared to be a Muggle Hallmark card, which bore a teddy bear on the front.

"Rest, relax..." The card advised. Snape slowly opened it.

"And get well soon!" It concluded. Dread filled Snape as he recognized the signature.

"Poppy I demand you dispose of that at once!" Snape snarled, throwing the card away. Pomphrey huffed, and picked the card back up.

"Now Severus, don't be so suspicious! He told me himself that he wouldn't do anything to you..."

"You'd take his word?" Snape demanded incredulously. Pomphrey snorted, and set the card on the table.

"Yes, I would. Now stop acting so foolish and get some rest," she stated.

"Not until you remove those items now! You don't know Black! He'll-"

"Severus, I can simply strap you down," the school nurse stated. Snape narrowed his eyes.

"You wouldn't dare..."

Leather straps snapped to life and wrapped around him like a straitjacket. "HURK! POMPHREY!"

"Must I gag you as well, Severus?" Pomphrey asked flatly. Severus glared hatefully at her. He couldn't get into her mind as she was directly avoiding his

eyes, so he couldn't tell if she was in on Black's obvious attempt to kill him.

But, he had forgotten why he'd stayed so far away from the hospital wing in the past-Madam Pomphrey did not bluff. Grudgingly he nodded, and the straps

receded. Pomphrey nodded in approval, and turned to do some work in her office. Snape was left with the hippogriff, and the card.

He looked at them, glaring into the beady eyes of the stuffed toy. The nerve of that Black, sending him something like that. Perhaps that was all he'd

intended-To humiliate him. Yes, yes, he could see it now... The other Order members or faculty filtering in, seeing this toy on his table, and mocking

him.

Yes, that would be befitting of Black's twisted, sadistic nature, the simplest tool for the simplest job...

Unless that's what he wanted him to think. His eyes narrowed to thin slits. The toy sat there innocently, unmoving.

After all, Black would know Snape had figured out his tricks, would know how he would act and possibly even something of what he thought! He did not disregard

the mutt's considerable cunning-He was almost Slytherin in his thinking.

Yes, make him think the object was merely to embarrass him while using it as a Trojan Horse-Perhaps to even kill him? No... Black would not be that sloppy...

Unless it was affected by a Confoundus Curse. Pomphrey might even now be mixing up a poison she would think was a simple healing potion, and feed it to

him. Perhaps it had been in his breakfast! Yes, Black was cunning, truly cunning!

No, no... That was paranoia speaking... But paranoia was a constant when dealing with Black. And without his wand he could take no chances!

But vomiting now... No, he'd be humiliated! It would be known! The hippogriff... Yes, it was recording him now! It had to be!

"So... What exactly did you do to the hippogriff and the card?" Lupin was asking Sirius back at Grimmauld Manor. Sirius sipped his coffee and gave Lupin

a grin.

"Nothing."

Lupin raised his eyebrow. Sirius shrugged.

"Okay, not exactly nothing, but it's nothing... Obvious."

Lupin sighed. "Padfoot..."

"Moony, remember what happened to him with the wards," Sirius said. "And what he was about to do to Harry."

Lupin was silent for a time, before he slowly nodded.

"Well... As long as no permanent harm is done..."

Sirius gave Lupin a look. He shrugged.

"Well, more than he's already gotten... We do have to think about Poppy."

"I think she can handle herself..."

"Leave the hippogriff alone, Severus!"

"You don't understand, he's going to get me! You don't know how he thinks! He's a madman! A mad-MMPH!"

Pomphrey sighed, and picked the toy up from the floor where Severus had dropped it. She set it back on the table, even as Snape writhed and gagged.

"It's just a toy, Severus," Pomphrey said flatly. "Now, I do not want to use the bindings again, but unless you behave yourself I will leave you like this

for the rest of your stay!"

Snape glared back at her, but closed his eyes and nodded. Pomphrey released the bindings. She nodded in approval, before she turned and walked back to

her office. Once inside, she used a spell that made the wall transparent but only on one side. She then sat down, and sipped at her tea with a smile as

Severus returned to glaring at the hippogriff.

She wondered how long it would take him to try and strangle the toy again... And hoped Minerva arrived soon. This was almost as entertaining as Potter's

"chores"...

Hermione woke up naked. She lay there for several seconds, blinking at the ceiling, wondering where she was. Then she became aware of a male body next

to her. And everything came back to her slowly, like some weird dream, or almost everything. She'd had quite a night, that's for sure.

She could feel something. Her pussy was growing wet. All this thinking about last night was making her cunt cream all over again. She flushed deeply and

glanced over at the sleeping form beside her. She felt shy and self-conscious all of a sudden. She wanted to wake him, to have him fuck her again and again.

Hermione twisted onto her side and she stared at him, all kinds of thoughts racing through her head. He lay on his back, with the sheet just covering his

belly. She noticed his chest and how beautiful his muscles were. He had one of those broad, even-featured faces that she always admired.

He was sleeping peacefully and she really hesitated to wake him. Instead, a lewd thought entered her head and she smiled to herself. She took the bed sheet

between her fingers and very gently pulled it down off his belly and farther. His cock and balls had formed a huge uneven tent of the sheet, but now they

slowly came into view.

First his cock, which even in its soft state lay a good five inches across his pubic hair and lower belly. It was tilted to one side, like a hunk of pink

pipe. His foreskin was drawn all the way up over his cockhead into a frayed little pucker. Inside this, she could see the darker shape of his prickhead,

and the sharp piss-slit at its tip.

Glancing at his face to make sure he was still asleep, Hermione wriggled down the bed and curled herself into a ball just to the side of his muscled thigh.

She dipped her head forward and began to study his thick cock, taking in its every vein and bump. It was for the first time that she got to see his cock

relaxed and soft like this, she realized. Until now, his prick was always hard and red and angry, and has been shoved inside her so fast that she never

got to appreciate them in any other way.

She stared at the beautiful, curved shape of his cock, at the thickness of the base where it disappeared into his crotch hair, at the tiny goose-bumps

that dotted his prickshaft. She noticed a jagged seam that ran all the way down its underside, from the crown to the balls. Her eyes widened at the sight

of his huge balls.

They were nestled in the crook of his thighs inside their hairy pouch, and as she looked she swore she could see them moving, shifting slightly like eggs

in a sac as he breathed in and out. She studied the tiny veins in his lax ball-sac and then sure enough, his huge balls parted and rolled, and the weird

wrinkled skin shifted on top of them.

Hermione took a deep breath. The slimy wetness had increased between her legs. Her nipples, incredibly long to start with, had started telescoping out.

They were over half an inch long now, and they scraped against the sheet like bullets. She suddenly remembered how last night he had sucked her hard horny

tit stubs until they were nearly a full inch long.

She eased her hands over his thighs and lay against him softly, her chin supported on her wrists. Her lovely face was inches from the nestled mound of

his cock and balls. She sighed deeply and stared at his cock some more, noticing for the first time a thick and pulsing brown vein that ran up the entire

length of one side. She saw how the skin widened at his cock tip, where it covered his enormous cockhead.

Her mouth had begun to water. She realized, suddenly, how much she wanted to suck him off. She'd wanted to last night, but there hadn't been time. They'd

both been to excited to do anything but fuck. She'd needed a huge cock fucking in and out of her cunt and he'd wanted nothing more than to oblige her.

But now this was so different. She wanted to be fucked, sure, but they'd have plenty of time for that later. Right now she wanted to do something completely

unselfish, in return for the fantastic fucking he'd given her last night. He'd been like a machine, fucking his cock in and out of her without let-up.

He'd made her come again and again and again. Now she wanted to do something for him.

Besides, the contrast in his cock now and last night fascinated her. Last night his prick had been almost a big fucker of angry red meat, cramming her

full. Now it was five inches of soft and friendly prick. And here was a big chance to prove what she would do as a woman. If she could make his prick hard,

raise his cock back up to its monster dimensions, milk the hot jism from his balls, then she would feel satisfied. She'd have paid him back and done a

fine morning's work in the bargain.

She inched her pretty face closer, her big brown eyes almost crossing as she stared first at his sleeping cock, then at his gently throbbing balls. Her

head was right between his thighs now, her fingers planted gently in his crotch hair. She licked her lips once, twice, and made them shine wetly. Her face

tilted down, and her tongue stuck prettily from the oval of her mouth.

She touched one of his balls with her tongue, watched the globe shift and roll in its sac. His ball skin felt so dry, so warm. His other ball moved slightly

in response, nudging its partner to one side. Hermione licked his ball-sac slowly, first on one side and then on the other. The shift and roll of his big

balls amazed her.

And she began to chase them from side to side with her tongue, poking them and teasing them, making them bob and shift. Her full lips pursed and kissed

his ball-sac softly. She nipped the tiny ball hairs and watched his dry skin stretch and tug as she did so. She supported one ball with her tongue and

weighed it, then the other. As if she were testing the weights of hunks of candy.

One ball settled against his thigh and suddenly her lips were widening, folding over it, scooping his ball into her mouth. His cum-bulb sat on her tongue,

throbbing, and she sucked on it, pulling his ball skin taut. She bathed his ball with spit and tickled it with her tongue. His cum-bulb bobbed around in

her mouth like a pinball.

And then she spit it out and went after his other ball, cornering this one, too, and sucking it into her warm wet mouth. The freed ball joggled to one

side, glistening brightly with her saliva. Tiny beads of spit hung off his ball hairs. The sucking sounds grew louder as she played his captured ball about

in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, her voice heavy with lust. She could feel the wetness increase between her legs. One of her horny nipples scraped against his

muscled thigh.

And this time when she backed off his steaming ball she took a deep breath, paused, then plunged her mouth back down onto both his balls at the same time.

His whole ball-sac was squished into the crook of his thighs, and her lips closed slowly over the huge squirming mound. Her cheeks swelled out obscenely.

Her nostrils flared.

For some reason, she happened to glance up at his face just then, and she was surprised and a little embarrassed to find him awake and watching her closely.

He had propped himself up on both elbows and was staring down his belly at her. To give her more room to work on his balls, he obligingly spread his legs

wide on the bed.

"Good morning. I see you started breakfast without me," he quipped. He rammed both pillows in back of him and webbed his fingers behind his head. There

was a tight and sarcastic smile on his lips as he gazed down at her.

Hermione didn't know what to say. And since she had a mouthful of ball meat, she decided to say nothing at all. She flushed slightly, but that was all.

She continued to suck both his balls as best she could. And she stared right back at him over the still-sleeping log of his cock. Her eyes were very big

and very brown.

"I must say I approve of your way of waking me up," he teased. "It sure as hell beats an alarm clock." He settled back against the pillows as if he was

preparing for a long pleasant morning. His balls were clamped tight in her sucking mouth.

He sure was different from the Harry she knew about a month ago, Hermione thought, bouncing his cum-bulbs back and forth in her mouth. And now, he wakes

up to find a lovely girl eating his balls and he makes little jokes.

But then something happened. While she was staring up past his soft cock, a movement caught her attention. His prick had twitched. It had trembled. And

now, as she watched his cock in close-up, it flexed again and rolled over, coming to rest on the other side of his belly. His prick shaft settled there

quietly for a second, then lifted, ever so slightly, off his belly.

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Her cheeks swelled out weirdly with the bulk of his sizzling balls while her eyes stayed riveted to his trembling

log of prick. It was working. Her ball sucking was working. She hadn't even touched his cock and it was rising, lifting off his belly. She was making his

prick harden just with her mouth on his balls.

Two great ugly brown veins began to pulse in the side of his cock. They stood out higher and higher on his prick's surface. And his cock rolled again,

this time back in the direction it had come. His great heavy cockhead and three inches of prickshaft had cleared his belly now and hung suspended while

the rest of his cock-shaft thickened and turned a deeper shade of red.

His whole cock was growing longer, expanding, pulsing up in a steady rhythm. Four, five inches cleared his belly and hung there. His prick was telescoping,

shoving itself farther and farther out. The veins were pulsing more thickly, forming into wriggling brown ridges up his cock's side. She could stare into

his face now along his cock shaft, like along the barrel of a gun.

But she had to see more. She wanted to watch every stage of this crazy change. She spat out his balls and squirmed higher between his legs, her face inches

from the swelling prick.

"You like what you see, Mione? You like to watch this big hard-on grow?" he sneered. He spread his legs wider as her face dipped over his crotch.

She ignored him, watching instead the slow steady progress of his cock. It was nearly eight inches long now and still growing. His prick shaft was almost

as thick as her wrist where it disappeared into the curls of his crotch hair. The base curved up into the long stretch of his upper prick shaft. But what

fascinated her right now was the cockhead.

As his prick lifted higher off his belly, as his already huge cockhead grew even bigger, the foreskin was forced back. It peeled down off his shiny purple

cockhead a bit at a time. And slowly, steadily, his great ugly prickhead came into view. The foreskin slid all the way back off his cockhead and down beneath

the circular ridge below. Here it began to stretch as his cock continued growing.

"Pretty nice, huh? And we're not finished yet," he boasted, watching her closely, wondering what she would do next.

She leaned closer to his cock and licked her lips. She wanted to take his prick in her mouth, but she wanted to see how much it would grow without her

first. His cock was twitching still, pumping itself higher and higher. His prick shaft angled up over his belly more than nine inches now.

His cock staggered upward another fraction or two. It jutted up and over his belly lewdly, the brown veins pulsing in its side, his prickhead shining purple

in the morning light. His cock twitched slightly in the air and shifted gently from side to side. His cock shaft was so heavy and ungainly that it couldn't

stay still for very long.

Hermione couldn't wait any longer. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and touched his cock midway up its trunk. Immediately, his prick swung away

from her and she was forced to go after it, her mouth wet and open. She kissed his cock softly. His prick angled back alongside her face, bumped her nose,

and ended up propped up her cheek with his cockhead lodged against her eye socket.

She smiled up at him gamely, her eyes crinkling prettily. Then she dipped her head lower and went after his cock at its base. She snuffled her mouth about

in his crotch hair, kissing and licking his cock base. Then she planted her pink tongue on his cock's underside, and she licked up his prickshaft with

slow, lazy motions. She still wasn't touching it with her hands.

"You like to lick cock, huh? Well there's enough to keep you busy, that's for sure," he rambled on. He lay back easily against the pillows, his cock bending

and swaying under her expert tongue.

His prick was growing bigger, Hermione swore. She smiled to herself and scraped her tongue halfway up his cock shaft then farther, wrapping her lips at

an angle over his bone-hard prick flesh. The veins were hard and writhing up his cock's side. She could feel every contour of them as she licked up and

down.

She reached his cockhead, tapped it with her tongue to make his whole cock sway. Then she dipped back down into his crotch, licking his balls and cock

base before starting the long climb back to the top. Her tongue made his cock shaft glisten. And she was right, it was still growing.

Settling down to her work, she now brought her hand up and circled his prick partly with her long slender fingers. She supported it on one side while she

licked the other. His cock shaft was so hot and hard in her fingers. It was like a steel bar. Her tongue scraped up his prick shaft evenly, bumping over

the ugly veins and ridges.

"Woow, you really love it, don't you? You really love to lick it." He watched her closely, enjoying the way her eyelids drooped with lust as she kissed

his cock. Her frizzy dark brown hair framed her face and made her look so hot and sexxy.

"Mmmmmmmmm," was all Hermione could say. Her tongue was nearing the top of his cock, circling this way and that on his steel-hard fuckpole. Her lips opened

and closed lewdly, wrapping themselves over his stiff cock shaft just below the ridge of his prickhead.

Her mouth slid higher, and suddenly she was kissing his cockhead, folding her lips partway round it on the left, on the right, and underneath. She held

his cock nearly upright in her fist now, and her big eyes stared into his as she teased the bloated purple dome of his cock. She was half-smiling at him,

as if asking if he was enjoying himself.

And then her mouth formed a perfect oval. Her tongue tip stuck out and supported his cock just beneath his swollen prickhead. Her face angled, lowered,

and the circle of her mouth slotted over his blazing cockhead. Her lips formed a ring around it. But she didn't suck it inside just yet. She stared up

at his face and her eyes smiled at him.

His prick was so huge, she wondered if she'd be able to get so much as the head inside her mouth, let alone any of his swollen cock shaft.

But she knew to well. Her fingers tightened on the thick cock base. She took a deep breath. And then she cranked open her lips and moved down on his purple

prickhead.

Her lips widened as they folded over his cockhead, but soon she'd gone below the circular ridge and she could move down easier. Her nostrils flared and

her eyelids fluttered. An inch or two of cock shaft followed his prickhead into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed.

He coaxed her along gently, amazed that she was doing so well. A third and a fourth inch of bloated cock slid into her face.

Hermione's face was straining. Her cheeks were stretching and her eyes were turning down slightly at the edges. And two more inches of prick bulled into

her mouth. She angled her head so that the top of his cock could bump down into her throat. Her full lips formed a tight seal around the trunk of his cock.

The damn thing had to be nearly a foot long, she swore, if she didn't know better. She'd sucked six inches into her mouth and still had lots of room to

fold her fist around its base. There was just no way she was going to be able to take it all. She paused, over halfway down his colossal cock. She was

snorting heavily and sweat coated her pretty forehead.

He reached down, placed a hand on each of her cheeks and felt the stiff bulk of his cock inside. She thought for a moment he was going to force her farther

down on his prick. His hands left her face and stroked her head before returning to her face again. But she only felt slight pressure. He couldn't cram

more cock in her mouth as yet because there was nowhere for it to go.

"Shit, Hermione, you're a sight. You ever had that much cock in your mouth before? You ever sucked a cock this big?" he boasted.

Hermione was in no position to answer. But his words did snap her out of her daydream. Suck cock. That's what she was supposed to be doing now. That meant

moving your mouth up and down and using your tongue and doing your best to bring him off. She'd rested enough. It was time for her to get to work.

Her eyes closed for a moment and she began sliding her mouth up and down on his stiff prick. She backed up all the way to the top of his cock, until no

more than his bloated purple prickhead was still between her lips. Then she plunged back down and let over half his cock shaft bull back into her throat.

Her cheeks swelled and then hollowed in sequence.

"Oh, yeah. What a mouth. Oh, yeah," he grunted with pleasure. His hands swept up the sides of her face and bundled her dark brown hair on top of her head.

He wanted a clear view of her sucking face. He loved the way her cheeks sucked in and puffed out as her mouth slid up and down.

She set up a rhythm, bobbing her head in even jerks on his cock. Her mouth made his prick shaft shiny and wet. And whenever she could, she stared up into

his face dazedly, her eyes droopy with lust, a slight smile crinkling their edges. Wet, squeaking sounds came up from his crotch. Her cocksucking was getting

louder and louder.

"You know how to suck a cock, I'll say that for you," he grunted. He noticed one of the veins in the side of his prick seemed swollen almost to bursting

point. It was hard and brown and wriggling.

Hermione was using both her hands now. She had one cupped around his balls, and she gently squeezed and massaged his jiggling ball-sac while she sucked.

The other was curled tightly around the base of his cock, the fingers pumping gently, bumping the thick cock base, jerking him off. Her hand movements

were in sequence with the bobs of her pretty head.

"Yeah. Suck it, Mione. Make me come," he growled. Her mouth and fist really were driving him crazy. His balls felt numb and heavy. He wondered how long

he could hold back his jism.

"Mmmmmfffff," moaned Hermione. She could feel pussy juice seeping out of her and soiling the sheets. She'd never spent so much time sucking his cock before,

never enjoyed it this much. It was making her horny as hell.

Her head bucked and bobbed, her fist pumped steadily. And his cock turned a deep red color. She was moving faster now, racing up and down his hard-on.

Her jaw ached. Her lips felt raw. Even her hand felt tired. But she kept on working, determined not to let up until he'd shot his creamy wad. This was

going to be a blowjob he would never forget.

"Suck it, suck it, suck it," he crooned, his voice tight with pleasure. "Fuck, I'm gonna come soon if you keep this up, Mione. Even I can only take so

much."

Hermione knew that she should be upset at the dirty words he was using, but she wasn't. If anything, they turned her on even more. It gave her some kind

of weird thrill, to be talked dirty while she was sucking his cock. It made her feel dirty, and that made her excited as well.

She increased her tempo even more, and her hand went into overdrive, shucking up and down at twice the speed of her face. Her fist was a blur of motion

on his raging hard-on. She was tugging on it as if she wanted to pull it out by the roots. Now, as well as the wet sound of her sucking, there was the

quick flapping of her hand as it jacked up and down.

"Careful, Mione. You're going to get a mouthful of cum," he warned. His voice was tense with lust.

Nice of him to warn me, Hermione thought. But it was unnecessary. She could tell from the trembling of his balls under her fingers, from the twitching

in his cock shaft, that he was ready to spurt. It wouldn't be long now. Her heart filled with pride that she'd gotten his cock this hard, and was now going

to make him shoot, with just her mouth and her hands.

But in spite of her preparation, when he started to come it seemed to catch her by surprise. His cock recoiled, like a gun, and he ejaculated a thick twine

of jizz into her mouth and throat. She immediately stopped her hand-jerking, coughed, and raised her mouth up off his prick. She glared down at his cock,

as if amazed at what it was doing. Her mouth, half open, sagged, and a huge stream of silver jism poured out, down over his erect cock and into his crotch

hair. The cum rolling down his long cock looked like wax drooling down a monster candle. It was thick and pale white, and it coated his big prick with

an inch-wide stripe.

Her wide, amazed eyes, her sagging, cum-drooling mouth, gave her a shocked look, as if this wasn't what she'd been expecting at all. She gulped down a

wad of cum and the rest slithered from her mouth like syrup. The cum hung off her chin in two elastic strings.

"Oh, fuck! What's the matter, Mione?" he howled. "In your mouth! Stuff it back in your mouth!"

Hermione watched as the cum draining from her mouth slid down the sides of his cock. There was so much of it. His cock was being covered. And then a second

thick stream of white began to flow fresh from his split piss-slit. She decided that she'd better close her mouth over it, to prevent any more from escaping.

This was the precious cream she'd worked so hard to milk out.

But before she could capture it, his spasming cockhead winked, twitched, and shot a monstrous streamer of pale jism up the entire length of her face. She

gasped and clenched her eyes shut as the ribbon of white rode up across her mouth and cheek, looped between her eyes across the bridge of her nose, and

crossed her forehead into her hair.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she whimpered. She clutched his prick in her fist like a bat handle. Her fingers were already stuck together on it with gooey

cum.

"Suck it, Mione! Stick it back in your mouth!" he yelled. He almost reached for his cock, himself, but he was too numb with pleasure.

Hermione made a second serious effort. She dove for his cock with her open mouth, tried to capture his cockhead a second time. But again it recoiled in

her fist, and this time it sent a fountain of creamy white cum up the entire right side of her face. The cum caught in the corner of her mouth, crossed

her cheek like a tear-trail, bounced over her eye in dead center before hooking itself in the hair at her temple, like a silver brooch.

Again she clenched shut her eyes. The cum hung off her lashes thickly, dripped onto her cheek, rolled down in a curving line that joined up with the mess

of jizz coating her chin. Her face looked like someone had been painting white stripes on it. The cum gleamed weirdly on her skin, like silver oil.

"Suck my cock! Eat my cum!" he was groaning. He couldn't believe what she was letting happen to her pretty face.

The last cum jet stalled her for a second, but this time she really did keep on going. Her drooling mouth closed over his still spurting cockhead, and

her lips formed a tight seal to shut off the escape of any more cum. She felt his prickhead twitch, contract, and suddenly her mouth was again full to

overflowing with thick oily jism.

She gulped, she swallowed, her throat bobbing rapidly as she sucked down wad after wad of streaming hot cum. But there seemed to be quarts of it. Her cheeks

ballooned out, her nostrils flared, and suddenly she was coughing again, this time spurting jism out through her lips and drawing it up into her nose at

the same time. Bubbles of white popped from her pretty nostrils and speckled his cock some more.

"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he roared, unable to believe his eyes. He'd had his cock sucked many times. He'd had Hermione suck out his hot cum before. But

never had she snorted his jism before. This was a first. He'd never even seen it done before.

"Ggglllfffsssmmm!" Hermione gurgled. She squinted at him with her one good eye. The other was clogged shut with a great heavy knot of silver cum.

Time and again his cockhead twitched, and time and again her mouth filled up with hot cream. She was gagging. She was choking. And-finally she had to back

off, lift up off his spurting prick so that she wouldn't drown in the stuff. Again, a torrent of silvery cum poured from her mouth and splattered down

the shaft of his cock. His prick was shining under a thick coating of jism.

She tilted her head and tried her best to keep as much jism as she could in her hopelessly cloged mouth. She felt the fluid slosh about in back of her

teeth. Her tongue was floating in it. She felt the overflow drool from her lips and down her chin before it fell down the trunk of his cock.

But he still hadn't finished. His prickhead spasmed once, twice, and spurted out two quick jets of cum that fired directly between her gasping lips. Was

there no end to his cum? she thought. It seemed to her as if she was caught in some slow-motion moving picture, and that every second was five times as

long as it should be.

"Eat it, Hermione! Eat my cum! Suck it! Lap it all up!" he wailed. Sweat was glistening on his forehead. Even his chest and belly were damp.

Hermione watched his cockhead with her one good eye. Her fist was wrapped tight around his prick shaft as if it was her life-line. And at last she sighed

with relief. His cockhead had stopped twitching, and now just a thick white goo was oozing from his piss-slit, rolling down his cock and over her fingers

like wax. His balls seemed to settle deeper into the crook of his thighs.

"Oh, sweet Merlin, what a blowjob. What a hot mouth you got, baby," he moaned. Still propped up on his elbows, he gazed at her with awe in his voice. "But

you should see your face! Holy shit! You took quite a cum-bath, Mione!"

Hermione was barely listening. Her fist began to move up and down on his cock once again, milking up the sweet dregs of his cum. She watched the jizz ooze

from his cock tip and slither down over her fingers. His great huge cock was softening in her fist. It was all over. She'd done what she set out to do.

Her mouth opened again and she slipped his cockhead inside. Her tongue swirled about, licking the top of the prick and siphoning out what jism was left.

She swallowd heavily three of four times, and at last her mouth felt clear of cum. She sucked hard on his cock, squeezing his prickhead. Then she let it

flop from her mouth like a limp fish.

He had fallen silent and was now watching her closely, studying the weird patterns his silver cum made on her pretty face. She propped his prick up against

her lips, stared at him with her one clear eye, then began to smear his cock back and forth over her face, massaging his jism across her mouth and into

her cheeks.

She went further, rubbing his cockhead against her nose and onto her forehead. She smudged cum about in the sockets of her eyes. She bent his prick around

her ear and temple. Then she sucked his cock back into her mouth before letting it go and beginning all over again. Her face was covered in cum. It glistened

with knots and strings of jism And still she kept on smudging the stuff back and forth.

"You like?" she murmured, her voice husky with the cum clogging her throat. "You like to see me smearing cum all over my face?" she continued, runing her

fingers over his naked abs, stroking him lovingly. It wasn't long before her fingers curled around his soft cock again.

"Awww, Harry! It's gone soft already!", teased Hermione. "I though you wanted to fuck me... How can you fuck with a sausage like that?"

Harry dragged his fingers through her slippery cuntslit and smiled at her.

"Just keep talking that way and squeezing it, baby... and before you know it that 'sausage' will be nailing your precious ass to the goddamn bed."

"Oooooooh! Promises... promises!", giggled Hermione, sensuously rubbing her warm, slender body against him. Harry saw the look of desire on her face as

she jacked him off with her tight fist.

His cock grew rapidly under her fingers, as he thought of all the wonderfully dirty things he was going to do to his sexy seventeen-year-old girlfriend.

Harry couldn't wait to get his cock into her tight, hot cunt and even tighter, hotter asshole. Soon Harry's prick stood proudly up from his belly, as hard

as an iron bar... throbbing madly.

"Not so any more is it, Mione?", asked Harry pushing the naked witch over onto her back. "Time to fuck, witch!"

Hermione's legs flew wide open as Harry knelt between them, his long, hard dick in his hand. He looked down at her luscious cuntslit. Her glazed eyes were

fixed on his formidable erection, the tip of which was pointed directly at her gaping cunt. She was beside herself with desire. All she wanted right now

was him to bury that gorgeous thing as deeply into her hot, wet cunt as possible, and fuck the living daylights out of her!

"Oooohhh Ohhh, yes!", she cried. "I want your dick in my cunt, Harry! I want it so bad! Give me every fuckin' inch! Ohhh, I can't wait! Come on stick it

into my pussy and fuck me to pieces. Fill me up with cock, Harry!"

"Okay, you sexy cunt!", grunted Harry, grabbing his hot-assed girlfriend by the hips. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before, witch!

Yeah... you're gonna feel this fuckin' thing all the way up to your fuckin' throat!"

With a mighty heave, Harry lifted the girl's hips up clear off the bed and stuffed a pillow under her perfect ass. Hermione lay back and spread her creamy

thighs wide. Using the fingers of both hands, she pulled apart the juicy, pink lips of her narrow slit, wantonly offering her open twat to her sixteen-year-old

boyfriend. Harry gasped with delight at the shameless sight and lunged forwards. He fell over her, and held himself poised above her naked body with one

arm, the other gripped his cock as he guided his huge hard-on into place against her hot, gaping sex.

Hermione mewled softly as she felt the head of Harry's big prick press into the wet heat of her cuntslit. All she could think about was the anticipation

of his cock. She was dying to have his cock shoved inside her. Her hands went to his naked ass, gripping his strong, flexing buttocks with urgent need.

With guttural moans, she urged him on.

"Oh, Ohhh! Put it in, Harry!... Ram it up my cunt and fuck me!... Oh, please fuck me! Ooooh, I'm so fuckin' hot. I can't wait!... Do it nowwww!"

And Harry did! Stimulated by the girl's moans and cries of need, he lunged forwards and with one smooth, powerful stroke, rammed the entire length of his

hard cock between her sweetly parted cuntlips.

"You're gonna like this, Mione!", boasted Harry. I'm gonna give it to you real good!"

"Ohhh, Harry! It's so big!", whimpered Hermione, grinding her mound up at the base of his cock . "Mmmmm! I can feel your hot balls on my ass. Ohhh, I'm

fucking my boyfriend!... Wild!... Ooooh, your prick is so big and so deep inside my poor pussy!... Ouuuh, move it in me Harry! Fuck me and come in me!

I wanna feel your stuff squirt in my cunt!"

Hermione groaned aloud as Harry moved his cock slowly in and out of her velvety pussy, the huge shaft stretching and filling her pink fuckhole to the very

limit. Harry couldn't believe how tight her wet cunt was even after all this times. He had fucked her so many times this past few days he lost count, but

she was as tight as ever.

Harry held her tightly and began to fuck her in earnest, almost crushing her frame in his muscular arms as he pounded his prick into her willing snatch.

Hermione whimpered and panted beneath him as she bucked her cunt up to meet his powerful downward lunges, fucking him right back with everything she had.

Her boyfriend's hold on her was so tight and her excitement so intense, Hermione could hardly breathe, but her twat was filled with cock and that was all

that mattered to her pleasure-muddled brain right now.

Harry plunged his throbbing prick diligently in and out of Hermione's clasping cunt, the grunting sounds she was making driving him crazy. Her hands clutched

the straining cheeks of his ass, trying to force his lengthy prick deeper into her hungry snatch. Hermione didn't realize it then, but she was rapidly

becoming hooked on sex, especially with him, and wanted every last, solid inch of cock her handsome boyfriend could give her.

"Fuck me, you big stud! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck me hard!... Ohhh, I can't get enough of your cock! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ohhh, I love to fuck!... don't you, Harry?"

"You better believe it, baby... Uhhh! Uhhhhhh!", panted Harry. "...fucking is my favourite pastime this days... Uhhhh! Ohhh, I love tight, pussies!"

"Mmmmmmmm, and I love long, hard cocks, so it looks like we were made for each other, love!"

"Yeah! Oh, yeah, me too, love, tight pussy's that is!"

Hermione humped her hips up at his imbedded cock. "Well, dear boyfriend...", she smiled. "Let's fuck up a storm... fucking me that is!"

Grinning lewdly, Harry gave her a couple of quick jabs before setting down into a slow, satisfying rhythm... fucking his sexy girlfriend with long, deep,

penetrating strokes. Oh Ohhh, he's good, Hermione thought. What a lusty fucker he was! And what a lucky witch she was to have a horny stud like Harry for

a boyfriend. He fucked like a dream! Just what the doctor ordered.

With burning desire, Harry ground his cock into Hermione's hot, juicy cuntal-sheath, moaning with pleasure as her tight hole massaged his cock, holding

him deep inside her cunt with a strong, vice-like grip. His hands went under her asscheeks, spreading them wide, making her trembling thighs part more

widely than she thought was physically possible. Then, as her ass squirmed wildly, Harry began to fuck Hermione even harder... in and out, in and out,

back and forth, faster, faster, in and out, ramming his cock deep into her clutching, quaking pussy. Her cunt sucked at him, drawing him in deep... deeper...

and when it slammed into the bottom of her cunt, she still begged for more, pleading with him to give her more.

They rocked and writhed, locked together like rutting animals, fucking each other as only two real bonded lovers can. Hermione sensed an orgasm approaching

rapidly as Harry continued to pound her upthrust pussy with powerful strokes of his strong cock. It felt even better than when he had sucked her clit before.

This time her cunt was packed to the hilt with hard, thick cockmeat and Harry's heavy, sperm-filled balls were smacking hard against the crease of her

ass.

The wonderful sensation that had overcome her so quickly when he had licked and sucked her tingling clit was upon her once more. It swept her breath away

and her reason with it. Her conscious mind was dragged into the whirlpool of her orgasm as it burst upon her body like a runaway freight train. Harry felt

her whole body stiffen and shudder under him as Hermione's cunt-muscles squeezed the life out of his deeply imbedded prick. Although amazed at how easily

she seemed to climax, Harry was pleased as well. It meant that his lusty girlfriend would have multiple orgasms before his own climax was even close...

it gave him an exciting feeling of power.

"That's it Mione! Come for me, baby!... Come!... Come!... Come!...", grunted Harry, accentuating each word with a stab of his prick into her cunt. His

fingers dug deep into Hermione's asscheeks, leaving livid, red marks in their wake, but she was past feeling pain, she was utterly lost in the throes of

a wonderfully intense climax. Hermione squealed loudly and thrust her twat eagerly up at Harry's pounding cock, mouthing obcenities as she came. The friction

of his thick shaft slicing in and out of her hole sent waves of ecstatic tremors hurtling through her tense body.

"AHHHHHH! OOOOOOH, MERLIN! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK! I'M CUMMMMMMING! OHHHH, HARRY, FUCK ME HARD... FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!... UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Oooooh, yes, baby, I can feel it!", gasped Harry, nailing her thrashing ass to the bed with each stroke. "Come on my cock, Mione! COME! COME! COME!"

He fucked in and out frantically, the tightly stretched ring of her cuntlips clutched at his cock in wild spasms, it felt like a hot, oiled fist was pumping

savagely up and down the whole length of his prick. Even after her spasms ceased, and her cunt began to relax a bit, Harry kept fucking her... slow and

easy. Since he hadn't come yet, his virile cock still as big and as hard as ever... a fact that his sexy lgirlfriend soon noticed.

"Ooooooooooooh, lover boy, you're still nice and hard!", said Hermione with more than a delight in her husky voice. "Mmmmmmm! And by the feel of that,

I bet it's not gonna go down in a hurry... am I right?"

"Don't worry, love...", said Harry, doing a reasonable good impersonation of John Wayne. "...the way I feel right now, I could ride your sweet ass all

damn afternoon!... Mmmmm, speaking of riding just gave me good an idea. How would you like to ride my pony for a while, lady?"

"Oh, I don't know, mister... ", smiled Hermione. "... does it buck a lot?"

"Yep!... sure does, mam! Best bucker in the whole goddamn state"

"Oooooooh! In that case, let me on it, quick!"

Hermione pushed Harry onto the bed beside her and wasted no time in straddling his hips. His throbbing cock stood up hard and erect, like a thick, red

flagpole jutting from the tangle of dark pubic hair between his strong, muscular thighs. Harry reached up and squeezed Hermione's firm titties as she carefully

positioned her juicy, gaping slit directly above his prick. Trembling with an uncontrollable lust, Hermione wrapped her fingers around Harry's blood-engorged

cock and pulled the long, thick shaft up between her wide-open thighs, at the same time lowering her shapely hips until the tip of his cock came into sizzling

contact with the slippery hotness of her juice-filled slit.

Harry groaned as he felt Hermione's tight pussylips surround the head of his prick, and watched in awe as the witch shamelessly began to rub the large,

purple knob up and down between the slippery, pink lips of her sweet slit.

"Oh, Shit, Harry!", whimpered Hermione, as she writhed above him, allowing just the tip of this cock to enter her narrow slit. "Ohhh, that feels nice!"

With her eyes closed and her head flung back, Hermione used her boyfriend's erect cock like a living dildoe, dragging his fat, swollen cockhead through

her cuntslit from top to bottom, exciting her already excited twat to the very peak of sexual arousal. Her beautiful body was jerking with naked desire

as she felt his hands grasp her slender hips and try to pull her cunt further onto his eager cock.

Harry was tired of being teased by her, he wanted to fuck! He couldn't wait to thrust his twitching cock up between her slim thighs and ram it once more

into the deliciously wet heat of the witch's tight twat.

"Come on, love! Sit on it!", urged Harry, pulling down on her hips. "Sit down on my prick, baby, and I'll give you the ride of your fuckin' life!"

Hermione looked down at him through sex-glazed eyes. He looked so handsome and appealing. Her wonderful boyfriend had given her so much pleasure already...

how could she refuse him? She felt obligated to give him anything he desired, and right now, what he desired was quite obvious!

Hermione hunched forwards, lowering her cunt over his prick. Harry moaned deep in his throat as her cunt opened like a succulent, pink flower around the

bulging head of his cock. He watched in awe as her cuntlips parted to admit his massive organ, lifting his hips eagerly as the thick shaft disappeared

inch by inch into her slowly descending slit. Harry pulled Hermione forward and kissed her deeply, the hot, slippery feeling of her tight, twat sliding

down the length of his cock, and her hard tits rubbing against his chest was driving him wild. Her cunt was still incredibly tight, but well-lubricated

with her copious spendings.

"Ohhhh, Harry, your cock's so fucking big and hard," Hermione whispered as she continued lowering her juicy snatch. "Ohhh, it feels like a goddamn baseball

bat goin' up my cunt! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, but it feels soooo gooooood!"

"Well baby, if it's any consolation, your tight twat feels mighty good around my cock too!"

"I'm not finished yet, lover boy..." grinned Hermione.

She began to squirm shamelessly around on his boner, trying to get more and more of his big, beautiful cock into her insatiable fuck-hole. Soon, the entire

length of his hard meat was deeply embedded in her deliciously stretched cunt. It was so deep inside her that Hermione could feel his big purple knob throbbing

way up inside her heaving belly.

"Ok, love...", she smiled, once she'd caught her breath. "... now let's really fuck!"

With her knees folded on either side of his hips, Hermione began to move up and down over Harry's cock, pressing her rock hard nipples into his mouth.

"Oooooh, Ohhh, Harry! I love fucking you!", whimpered Hermione, grinding her cunt down onto Harry's lurching cock. "I love that big, hard prick!"

The lewd sounds of her slippery juices squishing out around his plunging cock seemed to further excite the witch. With her head thrown back and her half-closed

eyes burning with passion, Hermione long brown hair was cascading down her naked back.

"Ummmmmm! What a cunt! What a tight, juicy cunt you've got, Mione!"

"Oh, yes! Yesss... and your big, hard cock is fucking it so wonderfully!"

Grasping Hermione's naked buttocks in his palms, Harry started bouncing the witch up and down on his lurching tool. He looked down between their sweaty

bodies and watched excitedly as his cock slid in and out of her lust-swollen sex. He gasped as he watched her hot pussylips sucking and clinging wetly

to his glistening shaft. He bucked upwards, plunging his thick hard-on deeply into her receptive fuckhole with ever increasing speed.

"Oh, Fuck! You sweet cunt!", grunted Harry as Hermione began to bounce wildly up and down on his impaling prick. "Uhhhhh, that's the way to screw!"

Their two naked bodies lurched crazily on the rocking bed, aware of nothing but their depraved lust for each other. Harry clutched at Hermione's jiggling

buttocks, squeezing and massaging the firm globes of flesh with wild abandon as he rammed his cock up into her clasping cunt with pile-driver force. Hermione

suddenly felt Harry's middle finger lightly probing the tight, puckered ring of her asshole.

"Uuuuhhhh, yes! Do it, Harry!" she squealed with excitement. "Stick your finger up my ass!"

Harry obeyed instantly, and Hermione shrieked with both pain and ecstasy as his finger suddenly drilled all the way up to the palm of his hand in her tight,

buttery shitter. The erotic joy of his finger swirling around in her quivering bunghole while his prick fucked her cunt, was driving the horny witch wild.

"Eeeeeeghhhhhh! Oh! Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me in both holes at once!" Hermione was whimpering as she rotated her tingly ass around and around on Harry's

indecently embedded finger. "Fuck my cunt and my asshole!"

"I am fucking you!", grunted Harry, jabbing his prick up into her cunt as hard as he could. "Ohhh, if I fuck you any harder, my dick's gonna be pokin'

out of your goddamn mouth!"

"Mmmmmm, Ohhh! it feels like it would too, you big beautiful bastard!"

With his finger rammed all the way up her butt, Harry watched his cock disappearing in and out of Hermione's tight, juicy quim. Each time the thick shaft

came out, hers pink cuntlips pulled out around it, and clasped his retreating cock like a hungry, sucking mouth, only to be rammed violently back in again

as his pistoning organ re-entered her hot, quivering fuckhole.

Harry had his gaze fixed on their joined genitals, and he stared with mounting lust as her hot, sticky cunt-juices dribbled down his glistening prick and

covered his swelling balls. Harry had never seen such a thrilling sight as Hermione's soft, plump cunt sliding lewdly up and down over his erect cock...

nor had he felt anything so tight or so hot clamped around his pecker before... never in his wildest dreams. It was heaven... pure fuckin' heaven!

He watched the seventeen-year-old's tits bounce as his horny girlfriend impaled herself repeatedly on his upthrust prick. She bobbed up and down on him

like a sex-crazed robot, her eyes closed tight, her hands on his shoulders for support. All the time, her frothy pussy was bumping and grinding on his

thrusting cock, her cunt-muscles gripping his prick like a vice. The room echoed with the sounds of flesh against flesh as boyfriends and girlfriend continued

their energetic fuck.

She sure was one hot-assed teen witch, Harry thought with a wry smile, and judging by the way she was throwing her cock-hungry twat at him, he sure made

a very good thing when he fucked her the first time just a few days ago. Life for him got a hell lot better this summer... well, it already was, but Hermione

joining was very much more better.

Hermione was squirming and whimpering like a wounded animal. Her boyfriend's frantically thrusting prick was really hitting the spot... her tiny swollen

clitty to be precise. The base of his cock squashed and rubbed the sensitive bud in just the right way, and within seconds, the hotly aroused witch was

once more in the throes of a thundering orgasm.

"Oh, Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuck me, Harry! I'm coming again!", she cried, covering Harry's parted lips with her hot, open mouth.

Harry's burning cock and plunging finger had set the witch's crotch on fire and now, her ecstasy reached an intensity she had never experienced before,

something very new to her. She wished she had another Harry, so she could get him to fuck her too. Maybe at the same time... one cock fucking her insatiable

cunt while the other fucked her hot ass. Hermione's brain filled with wanton, images as she came, again and again and again.

"ARGHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH, FUCK! YESSSSS, HARRRRRY! YESSSSS!"

Hot juices gushed out of the Hermione's spasming cunt, bathing Harry's throbbing, lurching prick with a torrent of clear, fragrant girl-cum. Harry had

been trying desperately to hold back his own climax, but as soon as he felt the contractions of Hermione's quivering cunt squeezing and nibbling at his

cock, the wizard knew he couldn't hold out any longer. Just the thought of filling her hot twat with cum was enough to blow his mind... it was all Harry

needed to push him over the edge.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh! Shit!", he grunted, jamming his twitching cock deep up inside her cunt. "Here it comes, Mione!... I'm cumming!.. Take it, baby!... Take it

all!"

"Oh, Ohhh!.. Ohhh, Harry!", sobbed Hermione as she felt Harry's cock jerk and swell within her pulsating cunt. It suddenly felt twice the size it had before,

and she was certain it was going to split her pussy in two.

The unbelievable pressure of his big rod was almost more than the witch could stand, but when she felt the first spurt of Harry's hot, thick jizz gushing

into her fuck-hole, Hermione exploded into another wild convulsing orgasm.

"OHHH, HARRY! YESSS, COME IN ME! SHOOT YOUR HOT STUFF UP MY CUNT, BABY!", she squealed, as Harry's mighty ejaculation jetted from the end of his deeply

buried cock. "UHHHHH, I'M COMING! I'M COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG TOOOOOOOO!"

Screaming hysterically, Hermione's body bucked like crazy as she ground her hot, clasping twat around the base of his furiously spurting dick. She fell

forward and pressed her mouth hotly over his, kissing Harry passionately while his big, throbbing cock pumped her cunt full of his thick, creamy sperm.

"Ohhh... Ohhhhh... Harry," she panted as she tried to catch her breath afterwards. "Ahhh..." She scowled and dug her teeth into his neck harder than ever.

"Oh...!" Harry groaned.

Hermione released him sometime later.

"You know I'm still sore," she huffed. Harry scratched his head.

"Sorry... But you started it," he said. He grinned. "And you didn't seem to mind, did you?"

Hermione blushed deeply. "Well... No..." She sighed and laid back, stretching her arms over her head. She gave him a pout.

"You didn't have to indulge me..."

"I thought that's what a good lover's supposed to do?" Harry asked, stroking her hip. Hermione hummed.

"Well... You're also supposed to keep me in check... Maybe even..." She blushed. "Take charge..."

"I'd... I'd like that," Harry admitted. He smiled warmly, and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Ah? What's this for?" Hermione asked.

"Well... This whole summer's been brilliant so far, and you've made it even better," he said cheerfully. Hermione smiled warmly and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you Harry... I've gotta say, this has been a much better summer for me than the last one," Hermione said. She sighed happily. "I feel so relaxed...

Sex changes your brain chemistry you know."

"Oh? For the better?" Harry asked, cuddling her.

"Mmhmm... Definitely," she said with another sigh. Harry had no disagreement there. He knew he felt loads better after starting on sex.

He was going to have to test out his Patronus when he got back to Hogwarts. He bet it'd annihilate a whole army of Dementors now...

Dolores Umbridge was the Under-Secretary of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and she wore her office with obvious pride. She strode... Okay, waddled...

Through the halls of the Ministry of Magic, a smile that made puppies and other innocent creatures whimper (she never could have any pets growing up) on

her fat... Er... Round face, yes.

She approached the grand office of the Minister, looking quite pleased. The Minister's secretary was boredly dictating notes to her quill, and with a cringe...

Er... glance, she nodded to Madam Umbridge and tapped her wand on her desk.

"Minister, Madam Umbridge to see you," she said.

"Send her right in!" Fudge's voice called through the magical connection. Umbridge smiled at the secretary, who carefully averted her eyes. Umbridge thought

it respectful-Didn't those Asians defer in the same way to their betters? Yes, she was a good secretary, she'd have to mention her to Fudge. So few people

showed her the proper respect nowadays!

"Hem-hem, Minister," Umbridge greeted as she walked through the doors. Fudge nodded to her, his brow creased in concentration at the puzzle on his desk

before him.

"Dolores, good to see you," he said, distracted. "Sorry, this has been taking up all my time this afternoon."

"Oh?" Umbridge looked it over. It did look like quite the conundrum... "Isn't that last piece supposed to go there?"

"Oh, but there's a second piece, too!" Fudge whined, holding up said piece. "Is it the fur of the hippogriff or the back? I can't tell!"

"... It looks upside-down, Minister," Umbridge said finally. "I am reasonably sure Hippogriffs have their wings on their backs, not on their stomachs."

"How sure? Damnit Dolores, this has consumed all my time today and I can't waste any more! STOMACH or BACK?" Fudge demanded.

Umbridge considered for a moment whether or not the good Minister had hit his head this morning. Or if he'd snuck something into his tea again, But her

job might be on the line with her answer, so she delivered it post-haste.

"Back! Definitely back!" Umbridge squeaked. Fudge nodded, and pressed the last piece down. The magical puzzle Hippogriff stared back at him with a hawk's

glare, before trotting off-puzzled.

"Hmph," Fudge grunted. "Well, now that that's done, what do you need?"

"It concerns Potter," Umbridge said. Fudge grumbled.

"Potter? Oooh... Potter, Potter, always Potter... What has he done now?"

"Well, our propaganda plan is working perfectly," Umbridge said with a smirk. "We are turning the public against him and Dumbledore according to the last

polls!"

"Excellent," Fudge said cheerfully. "So why bring him up?"

"Because I have another plan that goes one step further," Umbridge said.

"How?" Fudge asked, leaning forward eagerly.

"Simple... Dragons."

"Dragons?" Fudge asked. Umbridge nodded.

"Dragons. We use them to kill him."

"Kill him?" Fudge cried. "They'll burn him to a crisp! He's just a boy! More importantly, we'll be found out for sure!"

"Oh not at all, Minister," Umbridge demurred. "It's the perfect plan!

He frowned. "Well, it's not very... What's the word... Subtle?"

"Well no, but who would suspect us of killing Harry Potter with a dragon? Only a complete and total fool would try to kill him with a dragon!" Umbridge

said.

Fudge gave her a look. Umbridge coughed.

"Ah... But you, Minister, would not be a fool! No! You would be so foolish you're a genius!"

"So... It's like that... Goes all the way back around from bad to good?" Fudge reasoned. Umbridge nodded.

"Of course, Minister!"

"... Naaah," Fudge said. "I mean, we have to get a dragon, and then pay off everyone who sees it... And then Potter becomes a martyr, how could you forget

that?"

Umbridge would have pointed out that Fudge hadn't pointed that fact out until now, but she held her tongue. She was no fool, oh no, not in the slightest.

"Well... Perhaps," Umbridge said. "We could always twist it into scandal! I-I can see it now! 'Harry Potter Dies While Trying to Relive Glory of Triwizard

Tournament!'"

"Hmmm... No, no, I still don't like it," Fudge said. "Also, we'd have to explain how a dragon got loose in Surrey."

"Perhaps it escaped from a circus?" Umbridge tried. At Fudge's look, she sighed. "Very well, Minister... I'm sorry."

"Oh no, no! Discrediting Potter is quite good! We can work with that. You see, that's how you make a life in government, you find the rubies in the mounds

of dung. Discrediting him, yes, but killing him? No..." Fudge thought about it. "Well... What do we know about Harry Potter?"

"He's a thorn in your-"

"No, no, no! Something that would be useful!" Fudge grumbled. Dolores hummed, her cunning, devious mind thinking things through. Potter being a martyr

would only last so long-In the long run, it was better to eliminate a potential rival for power. That meant death. The Minister was too soft-hearted for

his own good, it really was for the best. But how...? Why yes, of course! That would do it!

"He knows the Patronus Charm!" Umbridge lied with a gleeful smile.

"Wait, really? He does?" Fudge asked. Umbridge nodded.

"You mean, he can actually form one?"

"Oh yes, a corporeal one. He's very powerful for his age, you know," Umbridge further lied.

"How do you know?" Fudge asked.

"Oh, I have my sources at the school," she said modestly. "How do you think those one hundred Dementors we sent after Black were driven off?"

"You mean, the Dementors say he did it?" Fudge asked.

"Why of course! But it's been confirmed by other sources, too," Umbridge said. "It's on good authority Minister, you have my word."

"So... We... Sic a Lethifold on him!" Fudge said triumphantly. "He uses the Patronus Charm, and thus... AHA! He breaks the Underaged Limitation on Magic!

Brilliant Dolores!"

"Ah... We're fresh out of Lethifolds, Minister," Umbridge said. Fudge scowled.

"Fresh out? Well order some more!"

"I'm afraid the... Lethifold farm has been consumed by the Lethifolds... Not very smart, really. Hunting them is better than raising them," Umbridge quickly

lied.

"Ohhh... Well why did you bring up the Patronus Charm? Only Dementors and Lethifolds are driven off by... Oh. Ohhh, you mean, use Dementors?" Fudge asked.

Umbridge nodded, smiling happily. At last, he'd gotten it!

"Brilliant, Dolores! This will work perfectly, yes!"

"Oh, it was nothing Minister," Umbridge said modestly. "It will be quite the victory, I assure you."

"Excellent! Now... Get me another puzzle! You're going to help me make it! There are big things in your future, Dolores, very big things!"

"Oh, I know Minister," Umbridge said with a smile.