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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
13,435
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21
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Two Four-Posters
Author: fuzzy pipe cleaner
Email: plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Potter universe. These guys are not of legal age. Read at your own risk.
A/N: For a fic that is accurate regarding the details of the lengthy JK Rowling novels, hit the “back” button and try another one. This ain’t it. For what it’s worth, I tried to stay true to the characters and I will appreciate any reviews or suggestions. Thanks.
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CHAPTER 1: Two four-posters
Hermione trudged up the narrow stairs leading to the girls’ dormitory. With its curves, the stairs were quite a challenge now that she could barely keep her eyes open and her books and scrolls were constantly threatening to escape her arms. After some slips and one really close call that could have sent her tumbling all the way down to the common room, she closed her eyes and sighed with relief at having reached her room.
Parvati was inside the room, a flush on her cheeks.
“Hermione, you’re back from the library.”
“Mmm…” It had long stopped bothering the smartest witch in Hogwarts that everyone knew she spent her Saturday nights in the company of long wooden tables and stacks of aging papers.
Had the desire to sleep not have been clouding her mind, she would have realized that there was something, rather, someone amiss. Everyone knew Parvati was never in their room on a Saturday night.
“I, um, made some calming tea. My mother sent some to me and Padma. I know you like tea so I made extra. Here. Have some.”
Hermione finished stacking her things onto neat piles and turned to face the other girl. There were, in fact, a lot of other things amiss that night. Parvati was wearing a pink satin robe which matched the shade on her face. She gave the most dazzling smile as she handed Hermione a tea cup filled to the brim.
“Thank you, Parvati. How nice of you.” As we’ve already mentioned, Hermione was not her usual observant and slightly paranoid self. She stumbled toward the direction of the bed and placed the cup on the table right beside it. Hermione was so sleepy that she had already decided to just climb under the covers in her clothes and postpone the necessities for tomorrow. She pulled off her shoes, pushed back the covers, and pulled the curtains of her four-poster closed. Then there was darkness.
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“Oooohhh,yess…”
Hermione groaned. She had fallen asleep in a rather contorted position and now her body ached in complaint. She straightened herself on the bed and sighed in contentment.
“Oh. Oh. That feels..good.”
What the..?! Hermione’s head turned to the source of the voice. It was from Parvati’s bed.
“Yes, the other one too!”
After having her nap, Hermione was very much back. The events of the previous night flooded her mind and it all made sense. Parvati had wanted to drug her! Only she was too sleepy to even drink the tainted offering.
Her mind was now running wild with all sorts of thoughts. Who was in there with her? Is it a Gryffindor? If not, how did they manage to get in? Was it a smart Ravenclaw that figured it out?
But, most importantly, her mind asked: what are they doing?
Hermione’s breathing almost went into a complete stop as she strained to hear and understand the ongoings on the other bed.
There was a lot of heavy breathing, rustling of sheets, and some moans thrown in for good measure.
And then a whimper. And then another. A muffled sound of protest.
“Stop!” said Parvati.
“Sshhh. She might here you.” Wait, was this Parvati again?
“I made her drink the tea. She’s unconscious until tomorrow. I doubt she’ll make it to breakfast.”
Ohmygod! It WAS a ravenclaw. Padma. “Pain always comes before pleasure,” replied Padma.
“That hurts! Stop twisting so…oh. Oh. That’s better. …That’s it. Suck on my tits.”
A most disconcerting sound not unlike a kitty with a bowl of milk then was heard. Without being aware of it, Hermione’s hands had found her own breasts and started playing with them , making her nubs hard through her blouse.
“Now rub your chest against mine.” Hermione started grabbing her breasts as she imagined the twins were doing to each other. Frustrated with the fabric, she unbuttoned her blouse to give her better access. She loved the feeling of her own smooth, soft skin.
Something had changed. The moans increased and Hermione imagined that the two girls were now kissing, tongues in each other’s throats, bodies pressed against each other. She licked her lips.
“Stop teasing with my pussy lips. I want you inside.” A grunt. “Mmm. Inside. Go inside…” The moans increased first as one and then as both sisters reveled in the feeling of being finger fucked.
“I want to go on top,” said one of them. The sheets rustled as, perhaps, one spread the other’s legs, went in between, then positioned her clit against the other\'s pubic bone. Based on their sound, she had begun to rock back and forth.
“unghh…unghhh…”
Hermione freed her shirt from the band of her skirt. Then she lifted her hips from the bed to pull her panties down and over her knee high socks. With knees folded, one hand spread her folds apart as fingertips found the core of pleasure. She gasped as the first sensation, not unlike, and electric shock made its way all the way to her toes. She decided to go slow. There would still be plenty of action tonight.
One sister then let out a long moan denoting in no uncertain terms how good she felt as her orgasm rippled from within.
“That was wonderful,” she purred. “Now I’m gonna eat you the way I know you like.”
It was getting steamy within the curtains of Hermione’s four poster. She was now on her knees with an arm supporting her weight as the other probed between her legs. Gravity did the trick and gave better access to her hard little clit. Hermione felt wonderful as well.
It turned out that one of the Patils was much noisier than the other and she moaned enthusiastically at her sister’s obvious skill and familiarity with her parts.
Hermione’s skin was now damp with sweat and her thighs were wet with something else altogether. She had never been with a woman but her experience tonight was certain to make her VERY open to that idea. She began to imagine both of the beautiful girls working on her. Sucking, licking, nibbling. Perhaps thrusting a pointed tongue into her silky, wet, fevered cunt.
The very happy girl on the bed a few feet away came and and gave an exultant cry just a few seconds before Hermione reached her own peak.
Wow, thought Hermione as she lay panting in the darkness. Nothing prepared her for what came next.
Obviously out of breath, a Patil sister asked, “We did as you requested. What do you want us to do now?”
There was another person in the room! He/she/it had watched and even ordered the girls. Hermione was suddenly fearful that this observer may have noticed her noises. She was only a few feet away after all.
She waited anxiously for the other person to speak but no words came, only giggles from the girls. He/she/it was instructing them silently.
“Now, that’s a good idea…You want my legs around your shoulders like…Aaahh! Aaahh! Aaahh!” The banging sound of the headboard against the wall confirmed exactly what was going on in there and was in synchrony with the woman\'s screams.
Then her screams became muffled. The hungry, slurping noises that followed meant that all three were now enjoying themselves. One sister was being eaten by the other as her twat was filled again and again by a man, Hermione assumed. She also assumed he was damn good at what he as doing because those screams, well, screamed of such pleasure. The four-poster creaked loudly and would often hit the wall as the trio continued to seek gratification.
Hermione’s pulse was racing and her hand had drifted between her legs, eager to relieve the ache that begged satisfaction. She was amazed at how wet she was. She moaned openly now, certain that no one would notice her with all that racket going on.
She reached into the stuffing of one of her pillows and retrieved a sock. She held the object almost lovingly in her hands. She shivered in anticipation as she removed what the sock concealed. Thank god for long-lasting batteries. It was her electric toothbrush.
It too had a twin but that was left inside of Hermione’s pillow back home in the muggle world. It deserved some much needed rest after all the work it had to do over the summer. Left to her own devices over the summer, Hermione would reach for it as soon as her parents left the house and would just moan and writhe in what certainly felt like hours and hours of ecstasy. She couldn’t even wait for them to leave at times and thanked the hot weather for an excuse to take frequent showers. As the water splashed on the bathroom floor, she and her plastic lover – powered by the energizer bunny, of course – explored all her fun-filled crevices.
Holding a new and still unused electric toothbrush in her hands was magical to Hermione. She couldn’t bring too many batteries without attracting attention and so she had saved what she had brought. This was the perfect moment.
She spit on her hands on onto the smooth plastic shaft. She caressed it as she spread the lubrication evenly onto it. She lay on her back and spread her legs. At that moment, the guttural cries of the threesome near her faded away. Nothing was as real as this, her own truly magical wand. She closed her eyes and smiled when she turned on the switch. The buzzing and the intense feelings began.
TO BE CONTINUED
plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
Email: plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Potter universe. These guys are not of legal age. Read at your own risk.
A/N: For a fic that is accurate regarding the details of the lengthy JK Rowling novels, hit the “back” button and try another one. This ain’t it. For what it’s worth, I tried to stay true to the characters and I will appreciate any reviews or suggestions. Thanks.
~~~~~~~~
CHAPTER 1: Two four-posters
Hermione trudged up the narrow stairs leading to the girls’ dormitory. With its curves, the stairs were quite a challenge now that she could barely keep her eyes open and her books and scrolls were constantly threatening to escape her arms. After some slips and one really close call that could have sent her tumbling all the way down to the common room, she closed her eyes and sighed with relief at having reached her room.
Parvati was inside the room, a flush on her cheeks.
“Hermione, you’re back from the library.”
“Mmm…” It had long stopped bothering the smartest witch in Hogwarts that everyone knew she spent her Saturday nights in the company of long wooden tables and stacks of aging papers.
Had the desire to sleep not have been clouding her mind, she would have realized that there was something, rather, someone amiss. Everyone knew Parvati was never in their room on a Saturday night.
“I, um, made some calming tea. My mother sent some to me and Padma. I know you like tea so I made extra. Here. Have some.”
Hermione finished stacking her things onto neat piles and turned to face the other girl. There were, in fact, a lot of other things amiss that night. Parvati was wearing a pink satin robe which matched the shade on her face. She gave the most dazzling smile as she handed Hermione a tea cup filled to the brim.
“Thank you, Parvati. How nice of you.” As we’ve already mentioned, Hermione was not her usual observant and slightly paranoid self. She stumbled toward the direction of the bed and placed the cup on the table right beside it. Hermione was so sleepy that she had already decided to just climb under the covers in her clothes and postpone the necessities for tomorrow. She pulled off her shoes, pushed back the covers, and pulled the curtains of her four-poster closed. Then there was darkness.
~~~~~~~~~
“Oooohhh,yess…”
Hermione groaned. She had fallen asleep in a rather contorted position and now her body ached in complaint. She straightened herself on the bed and sighed in contentment.
“Oh. Oh. That feels..good.”
What the..?! Hermione’s head turned to the source of the voice. It was from Parvati’s bed.
“Yes, the other one too!”
After having her nap, Hermione was very much back. The events of the previous night flooded her mind and it all made sense. Parvati had wanted to drug her! Only she was too sleepy to even drink the tainted offering.
Her mind was now running wild with all sorts of thoughts. Who was in there with her? Is it a Gryffindor? If not, how did they manage to get in? Was it a smart Ravenclaw that figured it out?
But, most importantly, her mind asked: what are they doing?
Hermione’s breathing almost went into a complete stop as she strained to hear and understand the ongoings on the other bed.
There was a lot of heavy breathing, rustling of sheets, and some moans thrown in for good measure.
And then a whimper. And then another. A muffled sound of protest.
“Stop!” said Parvati.
“Sshhh. She might here you.” Wait, was this Parvati again?
“I made her drink the tea. She’s unconscious until tomorrow. I doubt she’ll make it to breakfast.”
Ohmygod! It WAS a ravenclaw. Padma. “Pain always comes before pleasure,” replied Padma.
“That hurts! Stop twisting so…oh. Oh. That’s better. …That’s it. Suck on my tits.”
A most disconcerting sound not unlike a kitty with a bowl of milk then was heard. Without being aware of it, Hermione’s hands had found her own breasts and started playing with them , making her nubs hard through her blouse.
“Now rub your chest against mine.” Hermione started grabbing her breasts as she imagined the twins were doing to each other. Frustrated with the fabric, she unbuttoned her blouse to give her better access. She loved the feeling of her own smooth, soft skin.
Something had changed. The moans increased and Hermione imagined that the two girls were now kissing, tongues in each other’s throats, bodies pressed against each other. She licked her lips.
“Stop teasing with my pussy lips. I want you inside.” A grunt. “Mmm. Inside. Go inside…” The moans increased first as one and then as both sisters reveled in the feeling of being finger fucked.
“I want to go on top,” said one of them. The sheets rustled as, perhaps, one spread the other’s legs, went in between, then positioned her clit against the other\'s pubic bone. Based on their sound, she had begun to rock back and forth.
“unghh…unghhh…”
Hermione freed her shirt from the band of her skirt. Then she lifted her hips from the bed to pull her panties down and over her knee high socks. With knees folded, one hand spread her folds apart as fingertips found the core of pleasure. She gasped as the first sensation, not unlike, and electric shock made its way all the way to her toes. She decided to go slow. There would still be plenty of action tonight.
One sister then let out a long moan denoting in no uncertain terms how good she felt as her orgasm rippled from within.
“That was wonderful,” she purred. “Now I’m gonna eat you the way I know you like.”
It was getting steamy within the curtains of Hermione’s four poster. She was now on her knees with an arm supporting her weight as the other probed between her legs. Gravity did the trick and gave better access to her hard little clit. Hermione felt wonderful as well.
It turned out that one of the Patils was much noisier than the other and she moaned enthusiastically at her sister’s obvious skill and familiarity with her parts.
Hermione’s skin was now damp with sweat and her thighs were wet with something else altogether. She had never been with a woman but her experience tonight was certain to make her VERY open to that idea. She began to imagine both of the beautiful girls working on her. Sucking, licking, nibbling. Perhaps thrusting a pointed tongue into her silky, wet, fevered cunt.
The very happy girl on the bed a few feet away came and and gave an exultant cry just a few seconds before Hermione reached her own peak.
Wow, thought Hermione as she lay panting in the darkness. Nothing prepared her for what came next.
Obviously out of breath, a Patil sister asked, “We did as you requested. What do you want us to do now?”
There was another person in the room! He/she/it had watched and even ordered the girls. Hermione was suddenly fearful that this observer may have noticed her noises. She was only a few feet away after all.
She waited anxiously for the other person to speak but no words came, only giggles from the girls. He/she/it was instructing them silently.
“Now, that’s a good idea…You want my legs around your shoulders like…Aaahh! Aaahh! Aaahh!” The banging sound of the headboard against the wall confirmed exactly what was going on in there and was in synchrony with the woman\'s screams.
Then her screams became muffled. The hungry, slurping noises that followed meant that all three were now enjoying themselves. One sister was being eaten by the other as her twat was filled again and again by a man, Hermione assumed. She also assumed he was damn good at what he as doing because those screams, well, screamed of such pleasure. The four-poster creaked loudly and would often hit the wall as the trio continued to seek gratification.
Hermione’s pulse was racing and her hand had drifted between her legs, eager to relieve the ache that begged satisfaction. She was amazed at how wet she was. She moaned openly now, certain that no one would notice her with all that racket going on.
She reached into the stuffing of one of her pillows and retrieved a sock. She held the object almost lovingly in her hands. She shivered in anticipation as she removed what the sock concealed. Thank god for long-lasting batteries. It was her electric toothbrush.
It too had a twin but that was left inside of Hermione’s pillow back home in the muggle world. It deserved some much needed rest after all the work it had to do over the summer. Left to her own devices over the summer, Hermione would reach for it as soon as her parents left the house and would just moan and writhe in what certainly felt like hours and hours of ecstasy. She couldn’t even wait for them to leave at times and thanked the hot weather for an excuse to take frequent showers. As the water splashed on the bathroom floor, she and her plastic lover – powered by the energizer bunny, of course – explored all her fun-filled crevices.
Holding a new and still unused electric toothbrush in her hands was magical to Hermione. She couldn’t bring too many batteries without attracting attention and so she had saved what she had brought. This was the perfect moment.
She spit on her hands on onto the smooth plastic shaft. She caressed it as she spread the lubrication evenly onto it. She lay on her back and spread her legs. At that moment, the guttural cries of the threesome near her faded away. Nothing was as real as this, her own truly magical wand. She closed her eyes and smiled when she turned on the switch. The buzzing and the intense feelings began.
TO BE CONTINUED
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