Literal
Literal
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Enjoy!---Author’s note: This story begins in media res, but chapter one IS the start of the story. Everything will be explained. The sex will also become much more explicit as it goes along. Thanks, and I look forward to any feedback anyone might have.---Harry Potter: LiteralBy: SpaceSamurai
CHAPTER ONE Hermione Granger’s studious mind was quick to note the tender sensations of her actions. The gradual soreness in her jaw and in the back of her throat somehow offset by the tingling, almost buzzing warmth in her tongue and along the roof of her mouth, the delicious friction, the heat of internally rushing blood. The taste was secondary, a tad salty with sweat, not unlike a bowl of ramen noodles, like the ones she ate on those quiet summer days, languidly lounging in her bedroom in her parents’ house, not her home, not anymore, not since she first stepped foot in Hogwarts, not since she met her true family, her fellow wizards, her friends. One of whom was currently receiving her loving appreciation in the form of a slow, careful blowjob. Well, less “appreciation” than “careful study.”This was, after all, a curious exercise.
Ron moaned above her, and she knew she’d found a good spot. She continued along the thick vein on his underside with her tongue, slithering like a serpent as her head bobbed the member in and out, in and out of her slurping mouth. He gripped her tangled hair in his fist and pulled her further down onto his cock, as hard as it’d ever been, a full eight inches, just like he’d said. He didn’t remember being so big, but he didn’t not remember, and that confusion was giving him a headache, but finally he just accepted the gift of it, and the pain faded away.
“Bloody hell, Hermione,” he groaned. “You know I was joking when I said you just wanted to give my big fat knob a slob, right?”
And she did know. She nodded, as much as anyone could tell she was nodding in the midst of her ministrations, and she kept right on slobbering his knob. Because he may have been joking, but however he knew it, he’d been exactly right. This was what she wanted.
He was getting close to the edge. She could tell from the tightness in his balls, which she was caressing sweetly with the tips of her fingers, and the vibrations in his prick as it plunged deeper and deeper into her willing throat. His hand spasmed, and one of his fingers got caught in a snag in Hermione’s rat’s nest of a hairdo. She winced and her rhythm was thrown off, but she was too close to her goal now to be prevented from success. Still, it seemed Ron couldn’t help but notice.
“Wow, Hermione, your hair is a bloody mess,” he said. “Imagine if your hair was a bit straighter, you might be a knockout without the cluster on your head.”
She hit a sweet spot and he threw his head back, so close, so ready to blow. He looked back down and his eyes got wide. Kneeling before him was a girl with long, luxurious dirty blonde hair, almost professionally straight, clean, and silky. He almost felt guilty touching it, it was so perfect. This wasn’t Hermione’s hair, he thought. Then she looked up at him, and her eyes met his, and her face, her beautiful face, just looking at him, like that, with his cock in her incredibly perfect mouth, her shining, marvelous face, he couldn’t hold it, he came, harder, longer than he’d ever cum in his life, just staring into that face, and he fell back in his chair, and he passed out.
Hermione, for her part, was quickly swallowing the extraordinary load that was spilling into her gullet. ‘If every boy expends this much,’ she thought, ‘I’m going to need some practice to get it all without making a mess.’
Ron falling asleep was also a surprise, though she figured he’d spent himself so hard he must be pretty wiped out. She considered that a successful experiment, and pulled her mouth off his softening prick with a satisfying ‘pop.’ She rose, checked her school uniform for any tell-tale stains, and wandered off to find someone else to talk to. Or maybe, she thought devilishly, to experiment on.