DP Hermione: Harry Potter Parody - Sex Stories

DP Hermione: Harry Potter Parody

... were tears streaking her face and even some mucus from her nose. “God, she’s a mess.” Harry wiped her face on the sleeve of his sweater. The yarn left red marks that made her appear angry; however she was actually looking up at him and moving her head to help him clean her. It was like a cat trying to get more pets, except she was still kneeling with a cock in her cunt.

Ron grabbed her shoulders to steady her shaking and leaned her backward against his chest. She calmed down as she felt his warmth. She also felt his cock sliding further up inside her as she was practically sat in his lap. “Let me go,” she groaned.

“Did you think I would if you asked nicely?” he laughed while cupping both her breasts and massaging them.

She shook her head. “I just had to try.” She admitted. “What are you going to do to me? How far are we going?”

“I won’t get you pregnant, if that’s what you mean.” He assured her.

Hermione sighed with relief and relaxed against him, letting her cunt sink all the way down. “Aren't you too willing for someone being raped?” Ron asked.

“Would you stop if I struggled more?” she counter argued. He shook his head before moving his hands under her thighs and lifting her off the bed. She struggled to keep her feet parallel to the sheets so they would not get caught beneath her. “This feels so weird,” she muttered.

“Do you like it?” Ron lifted and lowered her repeatedly.

She frowned instead of answering. Obviously sex felt good. The only thing ...

... wrong was that they were forcing her. However, if she did not resist, all she could feel was pleasure. She did not need to tell them that though. She did not want to reward them for forcing themselves on her or give them reason to do this again.

Ron seemed pleased anyway and just continued to bounce her in his lap. Hermione tried not to react but started opening her mouth each time he dropped her down. She let out small moans and yelps until she was just plain gasping sensually with every thrust.

Harry watched her rising and falling chest as she squirmed and bounced in his best friend’s embrace. Her wet cunt was spreading and contracting too and he was hypnotized watching. Suddenly, Ron leaned forward, practically tossing her out of his lap. She screamed as she felt something hot splashing onto her bare back. It started at her shoulder blades and ran down into the dimples above her waist.

She stayed lying on her face with her wrists still bound behind her like some sort of kidnap victim. If she weren’t panting so loudly, Harry would’ve thought he walked in on a crime scene. When Hermione finally raised her head, he could see she was almost smiling. She looked like she was having fun. “Can you untie me now,” she asked in a practically giggling tone. “I need to go wash and change.”

Harry put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her, muffling confused complaints. “What now?” she gasped when he released her.

“My turn,” he spouted. Hermione raised a confused eyebrow as ...