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Harry Potter And The Freedom of Use: Hogwarts Express
🕑 Added 2019-04-08 16:00:00 +0000 UTC
Playing a hunch, Harry went to his usual compartment on the train, where he did indeed find Hermione and Ron waiting for him. It was no wonder—it’d taken him a while to get his bearings after that threesome.
Ron looked the same as ever. His agreeable economics after the win over Voldemort had bought him new clothes in the form of a hoodie and slacks, but otherwise, it was the same old Weasley.
Hermione was the real story. She was already in her school uniform, and with the syllabus having been so rudely interrupted before last year, it hadn’t accommodated for the last of her late-blooming growth. On her long, lean torso, the blouse left a few crucial inches of her midsection bare, giving just a taste of the creamy flesh that was mostly packed away. Her skirt was perfectly modest, but her long legs made it seem shorter than it really was—Harry could only imagine that in motion, it would be a real treat, trying and failing to contain her wondrous thighs. Her knee socks only accentuated the sweet slenderness of her legs.
Then there was her pose. Hermione had most definitely learned to carry herself over the years. She was lying on her belly on one side of the compartment, her nose buried in a book, seemingly unaware of what a tempting picture she made of herself.
“Harry!” Ron cried out in loud greeting. “How’re y—“
“Shh!” Hermione hushed him, barely looking away from her reading. “Hi Harry,” she muttered next.
“Hermione,” Harry greeted, though he said it to Hermione’s disheveled brown curls, not her lovely, overly expressive face. Her maturity had done well by her hair. Once seemingly unmanageable, it was no straighter now, but it gave her the impression of having been freshly fucked more than anything else.
Harry felt the potency that had begun to return to him as he sent Angelina and Alicia away with faces full of cum, now return completely.
“Shh!” Hermione shushed, and for a moment, Harry thought his arousal might actually be audible, before realizing she was reacting to his greeting.
“Hermione’s having a bit of a panic attack,” Ron whispered. “Figure it’s all ‘bout wrapping up with Hogwarts. The way she sees it, it’s like retaking a test or something. Worried she’ll jinx it all at the finish line. Course, I asked her if she’d rather have an honorary degree on account a saving the world. Nearly had a conniption. Women, huh?”
“I think I could help calm her down,” Harry whispered back.
Hermione raised her voice, showing that she could clearly hear them and considered their whispers a distraction from the assigned reading she had already done ten times over. “Do whatever you want, just so long as you do it quietly, please!”
Harry gave an arch nod. “Quietly. I’ll do my best.”
He gave Hermione’s legs a tug, pulling her to the edge of the bench seat so that her legs were dangling over the side. Then he pulled up her skirt and down her panties, seeing that the ass she hid underneath her clothing easily lived up to the promise of the swelling in her schoolgirl outfit.
“Quite nice ass she’s got,” Harry commented to Ron. “Must get a lot of use out of it.”
“Not half as much as I’d like,” Ron retorted.
Hermione stared daggers into her book, clearly giving up on shushing them, but hoping her furious indignation would get the point across.
Harry unzipped and lay his hard cock on Hermione’s upturned ass, letting his shaft rest between her buttocks. He groped her well-rounded cheeks with both hands, splaying them apart to let his manhood drop deeper into the valley between, then pushing her buttocks together to warm his prick inside them.
“Well, lucky for me you’ve gone easy on her,” Harry teased Ron. “As long as I’m doing this, might as well get it done before she’s squeezed out another Weasley brood.”
He pushed himself into Hermione’s sex, pushing out his cheek with his tongue as he luxuriated in the feel of his cockhead spreading Hermione’s soft cuntlips. The joy that went through him at having Hermione tightening and flowing around him made Harry quiver. Hermione remained resolutely focused on her book, though her breathing quickened.
“’ey, you want anything from the snack cart?” Ron asked, poking his head out to see if it was near.
“Something to drink, maybe. I’m going to need to replenish a lot of fluids after this.”
He slid himself deeper into Hermione’s cunt, felt it narrow around his cockhead, squeezing him tighter and tighter the further he got. The feeling was driving him crazy with lust. He could hear Hermione grunt as he plunged deep inside her, turning the tightness of her cunt into smooth, easy strokes.
“Please—hh—Harry!” Hermione moaned. “I’m trying to… read!”
Harry drew himself back to her gaping entrance. Then he drove his hips forward, gasping as he was devoured by Hermione’s cringing cunt, not stopping until his pubic hairs brushed against the opposing smoothness of Hermione’s groin. She had used the same shorn-smooth spell as Alicia. Harry grinned to himself. As intellectual as Hermione might’ve styled herself, she was taking his cock like a born cum dumpster.
He pistoned into her, ecstasy rushing through him as if he were pumping it into his body with every thrust he took into Hermione’s steaming pussy. The feel of her wet cunt sliding over him from his cockhead to the base of his prick was rocking Harry’s mind with passion. He felt the inner folds of her sex spasming and writhing around his penetrating cock, treating it to the most intense sensations he’d ever found inside a woman’s cunt.
“Uhhhh!” Harry groaned as his cock reached deep into Hermione’s womanhood, over and over again, trying each time to go deeper still. He was rising to a climax with every thrust he made, pumping faster now, harder, knowing Hermione could take it as his hips crashed into Hermione’s ass, shaking her body and making her breasts bounce underneath her. Quivering, Hermione struggled to turn a page in her book. She had reread the last passage five times.
Harry felt himself about to come, his balls tightening, his ramming shaft heating with the burning cum about to run through it. Besides the tension of his orgasm coming closer and closer, all he could feel was the pure bliss of Hermione’s tightness. Flashes of pleasure coursed through him like lightning in a storm cloud. A current of tangible sex ran from the deeply buried tip of his cock straight to his brain. Rapture filled everything in-between.
“Hhn! Hhhhhn! Hhh!” Harry grunted.
Barely managing it, he pulled out of Hermione’s cunt and threw himself to the other end of the train compartment, spinning around to grasp Hermione’s head. It was unbearable to be outside her warm flesh. He grabbed her nose with one hand and her chin with the other, forcing her mouth open, then drove his cock inside. Her wet saliva was an instant balm, inducting him into the satisfaction of his climax.
He came like a waterfall, pouring down into Hermione’s mouth. The backwash splattered out of her lips and slapped down on her book. Hermione’s eyes bulged and she swallowed desperately, realizing the consequence to her precious text if she didn’t.
“Ghhg! Ghhg! Ghhg!” Hermione was actually sucking now, pulling Harry’s cum out of him to keep it from stuffing her mouth once more. Harry groaned happily, resting a hand on top of Hermione’s head as it pitched up and down on his cock, her mind finally off her displeasure reading. His shooting cock rewarded her efforts, filling her mouth again and again only for her to slurp it down to the depths of her belly, where his cock had almost reached, moments ago.
“That’s good, Hermione. Swallow all my cum. I know how bad you are about skipping meals, so just fill up on my fucking cum instead, why don’t you?” Harry shook as the last of his cum boiled out of him and was immediately slugged down Hermione’s throat. She really was one hell of a cumslut. Once she had the proper motivation.
Harry pulled out of her mouth and tucked himself away. “Sorry about your book, Hermione. Why don’t you lick it a few times? That should get it.”
“I hope so,” Hermione replied dangerously. “For your sake!”
She stuck out her tongue and dragged it over the page, picking up the spackle of Harry’s cum that obscured the words.
“I knew she was a book lover,” Ron muttered, “but how ridiculous!”
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Shendude
So hot.
