T Is For Taboo
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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13,437
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21
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Dusty Desks
Title: T Is For Taboo
Author: fuzzy pipe cleaner
Email: plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
CHAPTER 3: Dusty Desks
A/N: For A, K and E. Thank you for the reviews Anon, Karen, Mona, Hanna Delacour, Tare and Chelsea! My phone line had problems and I apologize for uploading this later than I had wanted. Thank you all for reading. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Victor Krum in the GoF movie. Alas I do not own ANY part of the Potter universe. All hail JK Rowling. These characters are underage. Be responsible for what you read.
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Hermione raced past the Fat Lady, uncaring if her push had sent the poor portrait crashing against the adjacent stone wall. She ran and ran and ran. Finally she stopped in front of an unfamiliar classroom and, to her surprise, it was unlocked.
Without a moment’s pause, she dropped her satchel, lay on her back, pulled up her skirt and rubbed herself through her panties. Thoughts of Parvati, Padma and Lavender cavorting burned through her mind as her fingers threatened to burn a hole through her white cotton underpants. She could feel the wetness between her legs and the sweat coating the rest of her body as she worked her way to her release.
“My, my, my…Someone’s in a hurry.”
Her eyelids flew open and she stared in shock at Draco Malfoy who was now standing between her knees. His gaze was directed at her cunt and the damp underwear that barely covered it..
Her instincts kicked in and she backed away from the Slytherin as fast as she could. It wasn’t fast enough. He literally jumped on top of her and pinned her to the floor.. She struggled, kicked and pushed with all her might but could not move him.
Against her wildly thrashing neck, he said, “I’m just going to help you, Granger.” He started pushing his pelvis between her thighs. With a cry, Hermione began pushing her own hips towards his instead of pulling away, pushing towards the rock-hard penis that strained through his pants. For the first time, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy agreed about something. Nothing mattered but the animalistic rhythm between them.
Soon, Hermione screamed as she had her biggest orgasm yet.
It took time for her head to clear but when it did, she realized that, first, the prat Malfoy’s face was directly atop hers, and, second, he was still hard. Very hard. She had never been more scared in her life. She now knew it was futile to struggle against the larger, stronger, and well toned man. Yet somehow, the knowledge that she was completely under his control created a perverse thrill inside her.
“Reach behind you,” he finally said. “I want you to touch the wall.”
From where she lay, pinned under Draco, she extended her hands beyond her head but was puzzled that she could not find the wall he had mentioned. So she tried to tilt her head back to see why while her hands groped in the darkness.
In those moments of distraction, Draco managed to free his penis from the painful confines of his pants, push aside the fabric of Hermione’s panties, and used his full length to enter her. Tears sprang from her eyes. It was a tight fit and his rough entry hurt her. He continued undeterred and unmerciful. Hermione’s hands finally managed to hold on to something, a table leg, she assumed. She hung on to it as she experienced the most pleasurable punishment, the most exquisite pain, as he drove violently into her again and again.
Hermione began moaning with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her actions only served to fuel Draco’s lust and he pounded into her at an even more insane speed. His hand grabbed her breast through her clothes and squeezed it hard causing her to whimper. Draco wanted to tell Granger to shut the fuck up for once but found that he couldn’t. The pressure building up inside him had become too intense and soon he felt the most extreme pleasure as his seed spilled forth inside her tight, wet heat, blocking out all other things. Triggered by his orgasm, pain finally gave way to such joy for Hermione. Her body convulsed underneath his.
It was a long time before either of them could move. Draco finally found the strength to roll off her. Hermione immediately felt a pang of loss when their bodies were disconnected. The room was filled with the sound of their exhausted breaths.
When at last her mind was able to function again, she shook her head in disbelief. This was Malfoy! He and she…?!She got up to her feet, grabbed her satchel and started walking towards the door with lightning speed.
“I’m telling your friends about you.”
She spun on her heel and stared with hatred at the source of that lazy, condescending voice.
“Don’t worry,” the blonde continued. “I’ll tell them you’re as good at fucking as you are with everything else.” He hadn’t bothered to cover himself up and the sight of his rumpled clothes and exposed penis covered in semen and her own juices reminded Hermione that the same body fluids were now trickling from her pussy down to her legs.
“What do you want?” It was now clear that his control over her was more than just physical.
“Strip.”
“What? I…”
He smiled in that languorous way that no one else but he could pull off. “I want to see everything.”
She unbuttoned her blouse slowly and then let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a plain cotton bra underneath that had already been displaced by his hands. She unclasped it and it soon joined the blouse. As she stripped, Hermione felt herself getting turned on again, her excitement mingled with loathing for the gray eyes that now devoured her body. She bent forward to roll down her socks but he stopped her. He liked the socks apparently. Soon her skirt was gone as well leaving her only with a pair of knee high school socks and her shoes.
“Come here.”
She knelt beside Draco. He was appreciating the bush between her thighs that was just as wild as the one atop her head. He wanted her to play with the bush in front of him but decided there might be better things for her to do. He took her head in his hands and pushed it towards his penis. “Clean it, mudblood. Clean it good.”
Hermione was no stranger to blowjobs but she had never “cleaned up” as he put it. The idea was quite appalling to her. The stern hand at the back of her head prevented her from escaping and soon he had forced her lips in contact with his cock. She took a deep breath and began to work. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft before directing her mouth to the base to lick his balls, one first and then the other. She wasn’t cleaning up much of the gunk on him but he didn’t seem to mind. He moaned when she sucked on both his balls at once. After a few more licks, she traced a path with her tongue back to his crown. With a firm hand squeezing his shaft, she sucked on the tip as she would a lollipop. She immediately felt his response. He grew even harder in her mouth and a long groan came from his lips.
“You like that don’t you, you bastard?” she thought and she used her teeth with more force than was necessary. He yelped in pain and yanked a fistful of her hair to remove her head from his cock. He slapped her face with the back of his other hand. It was a punishment and a warning, Hermione knew, of what sort of things would happen if she does it again. He shoved her head back to where he wanted it and thrust his hips upward to fuck her mouth. She tried to keep up and tried her best to suck him of all his life force. She felt him tighten up and knew he was close to coming again. It thus surprised her when he broke free from her and kicked her away from him.
The pain in her chest was incredible and it was hard for Hermione to get herself up from where his kick had caused her to land. As she went on all fours in an effort to stand, Hermione felt his strong hands grab her hips, hoist her up and slam her against the heavy teacher’s desk.
“Now I’m going to stick it in you like the bitch that you are, Granger.” With that, he aimed his shaft towards her entrance and shoved himself all the way in. Hermione braced herself with her hands on the desk in front of her as Draco did her from behind. His hands grabbed her naked breasts as they bounced up and down to rhythm of his thrusts. His hands returned to her hips and he concentrated on fucking her with all the intensity that was possible. Her torso fell forward onto the wood. Her nipples rubbed back and forth on the wood causing sparks inside Hermione’s body.
She could no longer deny to herself how good all this felt so she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it “Yes. Yes. Yes!” she screamed to the rhythm of his balls slapping against her. He bent his body over hers and bit down hard on her shoulder..
Hermione was too caught up in rapture to notice that the classroom door had swung open and that staring openmouthed at her were Ron and Harry.
TO BE CONTINUED
plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
A/N: More to come. Pardon the pun.
Author: fuzzy pipe cleaner
Email: plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
CHAPTER 3: Dusty Desks
A/N: For A, K and E. Thank you for the reviews Anon, Karen, Mona, Hanna Delacour, Tare and Chelsea! My phone line had problems and I apologize for uploading this later than I had wanted. Thank you all for reading. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Victor Krum in the GoF movie. Alas I do not own ANY part of the Potter universe. All hail JK Rowling. These characters are underage. Be responsible for what you read.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione raced past the Fat Lady, uncaring if her push had sent the poor portrait crashing against the adjacent stone wall. She ran and ran and ran. Finally she stopped in front of an unfamiliar classroom and, to her surprise, it was unlocked.
Without a moment’s pause, she dropped her satchel, lay on her back, pulled up her skirt and rubbed herself through her panties. Thoughts of Parvati, Padma and Lavender cavorting burned through her mind as her fingers threatened to burn a hole through her white cotton underpants. She could feel the wetness between her legs and the sweat coating the rest of her body as she worked her way to her release.
“My, my, my…Someone’s in a hurry.”
Her eyelids flew open and she stared in shock at Draco Malfoy who was now standing between her knees. His gaze was directed at her cunt and the damp underwear that barely covered it..
Her instincts kicked in and she backed away from the Slytherin as fast as she could. It wasn’t fast enough. He literally jumped on top of her and pinned her to the floor.. She struggled, kicked and pushed with all her might but could not move him.
Against her wildly thrashing neck, he said, “I’m just going to help you, Granger.” He started pushing his pelvis between her thighs. With a cry, Hermione began pushing her own hips towards his instead of pulling away, pushing towards the rock-hard penis that strained through his pants. For the first time, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy agreed about something. Nothing mattered but the animalistic rhythm between them.
Soon, Hermione screamed as she had her biggest orgasm yet.
It took time for her head to clear but when it did, she realized that, first, the prat Malfoy’s face was directly atop hers, and, second, he was still hard. Very hard. She had never been more scared in her life. She now knew it was futile to struggle against the larger, stronger, and well toned man. Yet somehow, the knowledge that she was completely under his control created a perverse thrill inside her.
“Reach behind you,” he finally said. “I want you to touch the wall.”
From where she lay, pinned under Draco, she extended her hands beyond her head but was puzzled that she could not find the wall he had mentioned. So she tried to tilt her head back to see why while her hands groped in the darkness.
In those moments of distraction, Draco managed to free his penis from the painful confines of his pants, push aside the fabric of Hermione’s panties, and used his full length to enter her. Tears sprang from her eyes. It was a tight fit and his rough entry hurt her. He continued undeterred and unmerciful. Hermione’s hands finally managed to hold on to something, a table leg, she assumed. She hung on to it as she experienced the most pleasurable punishment, the most exquisite pain, as he drove violently into her again and again.
Hermione began moaning with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her actions only served to fuel Draco’s lust and he pounded into her at an even more insane speed. His hand grabbed her breast through her clothes and squeezed it hard causing her to whimper. Draco wanted to tell Granger to shut the fuck up for once but found that he couldn’t. The pressure building up inside him had become too intense and soon he felt the most extreme pleasure as his seed spilled forth inside her tight, wet heat, blocking out all other things. Triggered by his orgasm, pain finally gave way to such joy for Hermione. Her body convulsed underneath his.
It was a long time before either of them could move. Draco finally found the strength to roll off her. Hermione immediately felt a pang of loss when their bodies were disconnected. The room was filled with the sound of their exhausted breaths.
When at last her mind was able to function again, she shook her head in disbelief. This was Malfoy! He and she…?!She got up to her feet, grabbed her satchel and started walking towards the door with lightning speed.
“I’m telling your friends about you.”
She spun on her heel and stared with hatred at the source of that lazy, condescending voice.
“Don’t worry,” the blonde continued. “I’ll tell them you’re as good at fucking as you are with everything else.” He hadn’t bothered to cover himself up and the sight of his rumpled clothes and exposed penis covered in semen and her own juices reminded Hermione that the same body fluids were now trickling from her pussy down to her legs.
“What do you want?” It was now clear that his control over her was more than just physical.
“Strip.”
“What? I…”
He smiled in that languorous way that no one else but he could pull off. “I want to see everything.”
She unbuttoned her blouse slowly and then let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a plain cotton bra underneath that had already been displaced by his hands. She unclasped it and it soon joined the blouse. As she stripped, Hermione felt herself getting turned on again, her excitement mingled with loathing for the gray eyes that now devoured her body. She bent forward to roll down her socks but he stopped her. He liked the socks apparently. Soon her skirt was gone as well leaving her only with a pair of knee high school socks and her shoes.
“Come here.”
She knelt beside Draco. He was appreciating the bush between her thighs that was just as wild as the one atop her head. He wanted her to play with the bush in front of him but decided there might be better things for her to do. He took her head in his hands and pushed it towards his penis. “Clean it, mudblood. Clean it good.”
Hermione was no stranger to blowjobs but she had never “cleaned up” as he put it. The idea was quite appalling to her. The stern hand at the back of her head prevented her from escaping and soon he had forced her lips in contact with his cock. She took a deep breath and began to work. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft before directing her mouth to the base to lick his balls, one first and then the other. She wasn’t cleaning up much of the gunk on him but he didn’t seem to mind. He moaned when she sucked on both his balls at once. After a few more licks, she traced a path with her tongue back to his crown. With a firm hand squeezing his shaft, she sucked on the tip as she would a lollipop. She immediately felt his response. He grew even harder in her mouth and a long groan came from his lips.
“You like that don’t you, you bastard?” she thought and she used her teeth with more force than was necessary. He yelped in pain and yanked a fistful of her hair to remove her head from his cock. He slapped her face with the back of his other hand. It was a punishment and a warning, Hermione knew, of what sort of things would happen if she does it again. He shoved her head back to where he wanted it and thrust his hips upward to fuck her mouth. She tried to keep up and tried her best to suck him of all his life force. She felt him tighten up and knew he was close to coming again. It thus surprised her when he broke free from her and kicked her away from him.
The pain in her chest was incredible and it was hard for Hermione to get herself up from where his kick had caused her to land. As she went on all fours in an effort to stand, Hermione felt his strong hands grab her hips, hoist her up and slam her against the heavy teacher’s desk.
“Now I’m going to stick it in you like the bitch that you are, Granger.” With that, he aimed his shaft towards her entrance and shoved himself all the way in. Hermione braced herself with her hands on the desk in front of her as Draco did her from behind. His hands grabbed her naked breasts as they bounced up and down to rhythm of his thrusts. His hands returned to her hips and he concentrated on fucking her with all the intensity that was possible. Her torso fell forward onto the wood. Her nipples rubbed back and forth on the wood causing sparks inside Hermione’s body.
She could no longer deny to herself how good all this felt so she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it “Yes. Yes. Yes!” she screamed to the rhythm of his balls slapping against her. He bent his body over hers and bit down hard on her shoulder..
Hermione was too caught up in rapture to notice that the classroom door had swung open and that staring openmouthed at her were Ron and Harry.
TO BE CONTINUED
plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
A/N: More to come. Pardon the pun.