DP Hermione: Harry Potter Parody - Sex Stories

DP Hermione: Harry Potter Parody

... to now.” Harry admitted as he forced his fingers past her labia and into her cunt. Her eyes crossed as she gritted her teeth to bear it. Her previously buck toothed expression of last year had been replaced with a metal smile after her dentist father concluded it was time to fix her teeth once and for all.

Harry liked the look of her small shining mouth, glistening with drool that was collecting quickly. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, tasting the metal of her braces and swallowing her drool greedily.

Ron grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her away to face him. She just panted breathlessly before he too kissed her. She did not know why she was not surprised. She always assumed her first kiss would be with one of these 2 boys and had actually agonized over which one it would be. It was a weight off her shoulders to know she would not embarrass herself by trying to take their friendship further one day, now that she knew they both felt the same.

As her mouth was occupied and she was unable to complain, Ron lifted her sweater vest above her chest while Harry undid the buttons to her blouse. She squealed into Ron’s mouth as she felt Harry’s hand running over her exposed breasts. “Stop it!” she groaned when she finally broke her lips away from Ron’s.

His hands had found their way around her butt to her front and were now playing with her labia. She winced and squirmed a little but she was not strong enough to shake the boys off of her. “If you ...

... don’t stop, I'm going to get angry,” she warned them.

They both snickered as if that was nothing to worry about. Harry pulled her sweater up until the neck hole caught on her nose and it was covering her eyes. Her bushy hair still poked out of it messily. He pushed his fingers into her mouth and played with her tongue, making her drool more. They tasted strange to her. She could tell he had eaten some candy earlier and they were still sweet, but they had also been inside her cunt a moment ago. She clenched her thighs together shyly as she thought about it.

Ron could feel her crotch getting wetter as it squeezed his fingers inside. He swirled them around and tried to touch every wall. Hermione squealed again, and spat out Harry’s fingers. “I'm serious,” she warned them half heartedly. “If my clothes aren’t back to normal before I finish counting, I'm telling on both of you. One, two, mmmm” her numbers were cut off as Harry pried her cheeks apart with his thumbs. She could not see him but she could feel him licking her braces.

She sighed with relief when she felt Ron’s fingers leaving her cunt but suddenly felt her arms being pulled backwards as he yanked on her blouse. The next thing she knew her wrists had been bound in her own shirt and her back was cold and exposed to the air.

“ut-r-oo-oing-oo-ee (what are you doing to me)” she mumbled as Harry continued to stretch her mouth. She felt her head lowering as she was leaned forward. She could only identify the sound ...