Aunt Pattie\'s Present

Title: Aunt Pattie’s Present
Author: JeanB

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing’s mine, would you believe me if I claimed something else?

Summary: At her 18th birthday Hermione gets a somewhat unconventional present from her nutty aunt and decides to have some fun with it.
Keywords: PWP, smut, solo, masturbation, dildo, toys, Voy, First time

A/N: Well, I normally don’t write smut but I blame it on my unusually high level of hormones lately. This isn’t beta-read, since I do not really want my beta to get any ideas. He’s really nice but a girl has to have some secrets… at least from people she most probably will see again ;) I hope you enjoy it anyway. This is for everyone who believes sex isn’t always perfect but it can come damn near to it.

Today was my 18th birthday. A special day everyone tells me but I don’t feel any different. It started just like every other Wednesday before, why should it be different. Besides nobody, aside from Harry, Ron and Ginny knew about it anyway.

It was when the owls arrived during breakfast that the day took an unexpected turn. I didn’t expect anything. My parents had already given me money to buy myself something nice, as they usually do and none of my friends needed to send their presents via owl, they were here, after all.

But as I engrossed myself in the Daily Prophet that had just arrived, a white owl landed before me. It was Hedwig, Harry’s owl. I had sent her to my parents with my weekly letter just yesterday. Now she carried a huge pink package with frilly ribbons attached to it. Tugged under one of the ribbons was a plain white envelope.

My parents had forwarded aunt Pattie’s present, it seemed. I shivered. I didn’t know her very well and quite frankly I was glad for that. Aunt Pattie tended to be a bit flamboyant. Mum’s older sister was still a hippy at heart and her openness about everything was quite embarrassing. I just hoped she didn’t send me one of her new age clothes. I may be a witch but there are limits to what I wear.

Silently thanking my parents for their card I tugged the package away. I would open it later in the my room, where nobody could see what it was. Thankfully as Headgirl I had a room to myself.

Later that day, when I finally arrived in my room, I warily opened my present. I was shell shocked when I saw what it was. There, in a box clad in pink velvet was the most perverse think I had ever seen. A little card taped to the lid said: Lovely, now I know that you are 18 years old and most certainly have a very active sex life but if you and your beau ever want to try something new or if you want some delicious pleasure all to yourself, use this. I swear I only bought the best for my sweet niece, Love, Pattie.

There was one dildo, a total of tree vibrators (one of which, it said, was for sex from behind), a small thing that looked like a pink butterfly, fluffy handcuffs, a blindfold, a scented candle, a soft feather, a bottle of erotic massage oil, a bottle of lubricant, black stockings with lace on top, a black thong lace teddy that left nothing to the imagination, long black velvet gloves, a porn magazine (just that you get some ideas what to do, dear) and a handwritten manuscript with tips on how to use that stuff.

My first thought was to throw it all away. No matter what my nutty aunt thought I was still very much a virgin and the only thing I knew of masturbation was that it felt really good to touch myself. I had never used any toys and didn’t plan on it either.

But I didn’t throw it away. I don’t know why but I kept the box hidden under my bed. I felt a bit naughty, owning all that stuff but it was exciting. I didn’t want to use it but now I had a dirty little secret and it stroked my ego.

Two month later during Christmas break the thought about actually trying to use some of this stuff haunted me. I lay on my bed, naked and pumped two of my fingers in and out of my cunt. It felt so good to be filled and my fingers eased the yearning a bit. I knew my body wanted more than just my fingers to thrust into me, it wanted to be penetrate deeper and with something bigger.

Drugged with sexual need I grabbed the box and padded to the bathroom. It was just a short way and the only person that I might have encountered was the Headboy, Blaise Zabini. It was late at night and I really didn’t think he would be awake so I didn’t bother to put any clothes on. It just added to the excitement.

In the bathroom I rummaged through the things in the box. Finally I settled on the dildo. Taking the pink cock and the bottle of lubricant, I lay down on the floor. My hands slowly began to roam my body, squeazing and pinching my breasts. One hand began to travel further down between my legs. The dark curls were still damp but not as much as a couple of minutes ago. My hand began to stroke my lips and clit and slit teasingly over my opening. I knew I wasn’t ready yet. Working both on my breasts and clit, the need to be filled grew more and more. It was almost unbearable. First one, then two fingers slit in pumping in a faster and faster pace but the need was still there. I moaned loudly.

My free hand grabbed the dildo but then hesitated. It was uncomfortably cold. A wicked thought crossed my mind. I put the latex cock into my hot mouth and pumped it in and out at the same pace my fingers were fucking my cunt. It felt unbelievably good to suck at it and to twirl my tongue around it. Still, I wanted it to be somewhere else. Removing my fingers from my now dripping cunt I placed the wet dildo at my entrance.

A chill ran down my spine as the tip of it pressed into me, teased me. I pressed it harder into me and flinched in pain. Okay, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Something really ripped there and it didn’t feel good at all.

The door closed.

I scrambled to my feet, grabbed a big towel and ran to the door. I knew there could have been only one person, the Headboy. Embarrassing as it was, I needed to talk to him before he could spread what he saw. My mood was ruined anyway.

Wrapping the towel as tight around me as possible, I entered his bedroom. I had been prepared for much from sneering to lecherous looks but I had not been prepared to see him wank off as if his life depended on it. I blushed furiously and my head felt far too hot but I stood were I was and tried to control the rush of embarrassment I felt. My eyes were everywhere but on the masturbating Slytherin but I couldn’t help to hear his laboured breath and the small moans coming from him.

I felt his gaze piercing into me but I couldn’t bring myself to return it. Even wearing only a towel I felt unbearably hot. I wanted to wake up and realize that it was just a dream, I wanted Death Eaters to appear to kill me, I wanted him to be obliviated, I wanted the ground to swallow me but nothing like that happened.

I swallowed hard. “You are not going to repeat any of what has happened tonight,” I said and flew. That much for Gryffindor bravery. I doubted very much my sudden outburst had made any impression on him. I’d be lucky if he decided to not tell anyone… then again he could still hold it back as blackmail, oh joy!


By the end of the week nothing had happened and I felt the insane desire to try it again. I wanted to take it even further. I put on the stockings, teddy and gloves, covered everything with my skirt and blouse, grabbed the dildo and went to the bathroom.

There was a large mirror next to the tub. I watched as my cloved hands roamed my body and hitched up my skirt. I caressed my breasts and swayed with my hips as if I wanted to seduce myself. Closing my eyes it was so much easier to imagine those hands belonged to someone else. I watched as I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse. It was a little difficult to open it with my silky material of the gloves but I managed.

It was almost like a role play for me, the naughty schoolgirl fucks herself. But then again, that was exactly what I was about to do. It was exciting. I never masturbated in my school uniform before.

My hands slit over the rough lace of my teddy and I pinched my nipples. It felt deliciously good. A tingle ran down into my core and I felt the material drench. I pinched again, herder and longer and I didn’t let go but pulled at my nipples until they slipped out of my tight grip. It sent another wave of pleasure down into my cunt.

I kneeled down, knees spread apart and started stoking my thighs with one hand, while the other still abused my nipple. Ooh, I had forgotten how good it felt to stroke myself through the wet fabric of my panties. Only this was better. While almost the entire teddy consisted of lace and look through clothes, the crotch was the softest, thinnest material I ever felt. It was almost as if it wasn’t there. My clit was so aroused that it almost hurt to touch it.

I slit one finger under the cloth and thrust it into my body. It didn’t have the desired effect though. I was dripping wet, yes, but the gloves still sucked up to my of my juices. I discarded the offending cloth and massaged my cunt with my now naked hand. The other hand pinched my nipple hard and I moaned out loudly as my fingers thrust into my wet hole.

Then I took the dildo and watched myself in the mirror as I licked and sucked it with pleasure while my other hand still moved beneath my skirt. I sucked it longer than I had to, imagining the pleasure I was giving a faceless guy as I did. I swear I would have been purring, was I able to do it. As it was I could hear silent, needy moans echo through the bathroom. My moans.

When I finally removed the dildo from my mouth, I trailed it down my body and lay down on my back, legs spread wide to better access my goal. I teasingly ran it over my wet slit, bathing it in my juices and massaged my clit with my wet fingers. I needed it now! I pushed the little pleasure device into my ready opening, prepared for pain and ready to bear it. I pushed it down deep into my cunt as hard as I could and cried out in pain. Something definitely just ripped there. It hurt to even move it and it hurt to not move it. I tried to pull it out again but it was my vaginal muscles cramped around it.

I heard a noise behind me but right now I didn’t care if Dumbledore himself stood there.

I knew I needed to relax so I slowly began to stroke myself again. I caressed my breasts and nipples, then pinched them and rolled them between my fingers. One of my hand ran down my stomach, disappeared under my skirt and carefully massaged my swollen clit.

“Need a hand, Granger,” someone whispered in my ear. I knew it was Zabini and right now I could have killed him but I noticed that the shock of having him so close, of feeling his hot breath on my ear and even of the exposed mounds of my breasts made my muscles relax.

“Go to hell,” I hissed back. My priority now however was removing the offending object from my vagina. It was a very uncomfortable process but I managed to pull it out without further complications. The dildo was coated in blood and I knew there was also some on the back of my skirt. I would be very sore for a couple of days, that much was for sure.

When I finally turned around, Zabini was gone.

The unnerving thing was that when I went to bed and closed my eyes I remembered it. I imagined what Zabini must have seen, I pictured him in my mind and instead of being worried like I should have been I was very much aroused. I knew he had a hard on watching me and in my fantasy I crawled to him, freed his delicious cock and sucked and licked it until he came thrusting deep into my throat. I obsessed with tasting his cock, giving him pleasure he never dreamed about. I was excited that he caught me, watched me. I knew I wanted to be caught again. Though I was very sore I still masturbated. I just concentrated on stimulating my clit and while I did I fantasised about him suddenly appearing.

Half a week later and I found myself in the bathroom again. This time I brought the whole ‘kit’. I decided to not put on the teddy or any underwear for that matter or the gloves but wore a simple blouse, skirt and the black stockings. I never thought I’d wear that without underwear and it thrilled me. I even contemplated going to my classed like this but the idea of some prankster pushing up my skirt or someone walking up the stairs behind me quickly put a stop to it.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror again, with a naughty smile on my lips, relishing the fact that I wore no undies. My nipples were already erect and made little bulges in the white cloth of my blouse. I rubbed the palm of one hand over a nipple and was rewarded with the familiar tingle in my cunt.

I sat down on the floor in front of the mirror and spread my legs wide. I tried to look at the mirror in a suggestive manner but what looked back at me was a pretty slutty sight. I didn’t care much though. My hands lay on my knees and slowly started to caress their way up my inner thighs, hitching up the skirt in the process so that I got a pretty good sight on my sex. I couldn’t understand what anyone could find arousing in that sight so I moved on and brought my hands to the hem of my blouse.

I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. The cool air hit more and more of my exposed skin and the naughty feeling I got aroused my. I closed my eyes and wished Zabini to be here. I would perform a teasing striptease for him and make him so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk away.

On it’s own account my hand had slipped down between my legs and trailed my fingers around my already wet entrance, occasionally sending a wave of pleasure through my spine and cunt when I brushed the sensitive area around my clit.

My legs spread even farther and I moaned silently. In my mind his fingers slit through my wet lips, his hands roamed my body and grabbed my breast while he nibbled on my neck. I reached one hand up to play with my nipple while the other tentatively slid in my still sensitive cunt. The slight pain only added to the pleasure and I moaned a little louder.

I heard someone enter the bathroom and knew my voyeur had returned. Keeping my eyes closed I withered on the floor and my breath hitched a bit. I stretched out on the ground, knees coming together with my hand still buried inside my warm cunt only to spread them wider a moment later. My fingers started to viciously thrust into myself faster and faster. My nipple was pinched so hard it send tingled down to the tips if my toes. I was now gasping loudly, I knew I was close to orgasm but I wanted to hold it back until my visitor ‘lend me a hand’.

Slowly I rolled over and sat up on my knees, still heavily panting. “Enjoy the show?” I asked huskily. I knew he had. His erection was pressing hard against his boxer shorts. He didn’t answer, I didn’t think he knew how to speak just then.

I crawled over to him and smirked up at him. “Mind if I give you a hand?” Something in my mind screamed that I should stop just there, cast and Oblivius on both of us and never ever act like a wanton bitch again. I managed quite well to ignore that voice though. I was enjoying myself. I felt drugged with need and the torturous dreams about the hard cock that was just inches away from my mouth wanted to be fulfilled.

I ran my hands up his thighs, giving him time to stop me, if he wanted to and caressed his erection through his boxers. He hissed and grabbed my hair. I took that as a sign to go on. My hands pulled down the offending cloth and for the first time in my life I saw a real cock. I marvelled at the smoothness of the skin as my fingers caressed the long shaft.

Tentatively I licked the tip of his cock and was rewarded with a shiver. Encouraged like that I took him into my mouth. He felt so different than the dildo I sucked before. He was sloth and soft, caressing my tongue as I twirled it around him. He tasted salty and slightly musky like nothing I tasted before.

I slid him in and out of my mouth, using my hand, tongue and lips to caress him. On and on I sucked and licked, his hips started to thrust towards my mouth and he moaned very loudly until he finally came. I didn’t manage to swallow much before my gagging reflexes set in but hell it had felt good.

Zabini still panted hard when he looked down to my. What a sight it must have been. My hair was ruffled by his hands, semen glittered in my face, my lips were swollen, my breasts and hard nipples exposed and I looked back up at him with utter want. Yes, I had felt the different between toy and real thing in my mouth I wanted to feel it in my cunt, too.

I stood up and kissed him hard. Our tongues were battling each other and our hands roaming each others bodies. It felt like heaven to be touched like that. His one hand wandered down to my arse and reached between my legs. Oh darn, nothing was allowed to feel that good. My body was tingling all over. When he noticed the wetness dripping from my cunt and slit a finger into me I swear I was going to explode. When he pulled the hand away I moaned into his mouth in protest. He swept me up from my feet, locking my legs behind his back and supporting my weight with his hands on my bare ass. He carried me out of the bathroom and into his room, onto his bed, never stopping kissing me.

Somehow I lost my skirt and blouse though I can’t recall when or how. I lay on his bed with him resting naked between my legs, nibbling on my earlobe. I could feel his erection press against me and it made me wild.

Zabini started kissing, nibbling and licking down my neck to my breasts. I moaned in pleasure as he bit down on my nipple. After giving the other breast the same attention he slowly trailed kisses further down, stopping at my navel to thrust into it with his hard, wet tongue.

Crawling down on me, he started at my angle and licked and nibbled his way up to my inner thighs but stopped just before reaching my centre. He then gave the same attention to my other leg while his hand caressed the still tingling skin on the abandoned one. Massaging both my inner thighs he started licking my clit and entrance. Heat rushed through me. I felt tension building up in me. I was so close so close…

“Stop,” I gasped. Hesitating a moment I saw his blue eyes looking up at me unbelievingly. “I want you to be inside me,” I whispered and that was all the speech I was capable of right now. It had felt so good, he had felt so good. But I wanted to feel him inside me. My cunt ached to be filled with his cock.

He needed no further invitation and positioned himself at my entrance. His fingers spread my folds apart and guided him inside me. It hurt but not really as much as it did when I deflowered myself. He stopped moving so I could adjust to his size and kissed me passionately.

After a few moments he started moving in and out of me and the tension in me rose. He thrust into me harder and faster each time and I felt like I was going to explode soon. My feet started tingling, my legs were shaking uncontrollably and my breath became bore and more laboured.

I came and the world around me exploded. But Zabini was far from finished. He still thrust into be hard. I began to feel uncomfortable and my vagina began to dry. A dull ache began to build where he moved in my body. I was sure I would be sore again for the next few days. I just lay there like a dead fish and waited for him to finish. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he came and pulled out of me.

We just lay next to each other in silence before we fell asleep. Some time we needed to talk about it, I knew that but for now I just wanted some quiet and piece. So, this was it, my first time with a boy. I couldn’t help but think that it could have been a hell of a lot worse. Who knew, maybe we would do this again some time. Maybe we could put some of my toys to use.