Hermione lay stretched out naked along her favorite wizard, her well licked cunny pressed against his thigh. The brown haired witch remembered watching as Tonks got her snatch stretched by the impressive tool between the elf-like male’s legs. Even though she had climaxed many times recently Miss Granger felt herself becoming wetter while just staring at the incredibly handsome Harry Potter. Hermione reached out and grasped her friend’s wand, stroking the fleshy rod and rousing him from his trance like state which had long ago replaced sl**p.
“Someone is ready to go again,” Harry pointed out in a whisper so as to not wake the sl**ping Nymphadora.
“Make me a woman completely Harry, please,” Hermione requested.
“Gladly,” the warlock answered before rolling over on top of his best friend.
The witch lined the shaft head up with the entrance to her sex, rubbing the bulbous tip between her soaking lips several times before moving it into final position. Harry kissed Hermione intensely and sucked on her tongue while he pushed his hardness into her softness. Hermione moaned deeply into her lover’s mouth as he stretched her vagina open. Although there was no hymen to mark her virgin status the tightness of the witch’s pussy while it gripped the invading wizard’s dick was proof enough. Hermione accepted the mage further and further into her canal until he was completely enveloped into her smooth wet heat.
“Oh…Harry…Harry you’re really big inside of me,” Hermione whispered before biting her bottom lip cutely. Grasping her partner’s sides with her fingernails the witch held on as he began moving his hips back and forth to slide his sausage in and out of her tight confines. “Fuck me Harry…slide your hard dick into my tight little pussy,” Hermione cooed hotly, feeling her man throb with each dirty word from her lips.
Hermione knew just how to excite her best friend with words. The bibliophile young woman rotated her hips while her man pumped slowly away at her snatch. The rotating action served to generated added friction between her insides and her lover’s cock. This friction and the extra stimulation of her sensitive parts had Hermione soaking with vaginal nectar. This nectar was running down the crack of the brown haired female’s recently deflowered bum. Hermione purred her approval when Harry’s hands found her larger than normal breasts. The warlock explored his partner’s soft melons, leaning down and tonguing and suckling them without his hips ever slowing down.
“Your pussy is damn tight Hermione,” Harry announced with a growl. “I could stay buried in you forever.”
Harry soaked in the sensations from his dick as it navigated the tight womanly tunnel of Hermione Jane Granger. The Rider buried himself again and again in his witch’s welcoming sheathe. The sorcerer sensed the moment Nym woke up and looked over to see the witch staring at him and the female laying beneath him.
“Go Hermione…take that hot cock,” Tonks declared.
The female metamorphmagus crawled down the bed and positioned herself between the two coupling lovers’ legs. A moment later Harry and Hermione felt a finger slips up their bums to massage their sensitive parts. The bum fingering added an extra element of intensity to the pleasurable act they were partaking in. The wizard brought Miss Granger’s legs up onto his shoulders, allowing him to push into her folds with a new angle of thrust. Hermione gasped with every stroke of her partner’s meat into her stretchy vaginal walls. Nym’s fingers were busily rubbing Harry’s prostate and Hermione’s a-spot. The meaty slapping noise of Harry’s pelvis impacting Hermione’s thighs and bum filled the room along with gasps and groans from the two best friends. The Rider stared intently into the chocolate brown eyes of the young woman he had come to love and saw the same passion he felt returned to him in those intelligent depths.
Hermione loved her man so much at that moment she couldn’t picture herself any happier. The witch’s fingernails gripped her partner tighter while she leaned up and initiated a kiss that seared her senses for several minutes. The feel of Harry’s lips on hers while their tongues rubbed together and their bits intermingled was a distinctly intimate one like no other sensation in the world. Miss Granger began intentionally squeezing her cunt muscles hard around the pulsing cock within her core to grasp her favorite male organ tightly. The rod responded in kind by flexing within her depths. The witch kissed her way along her lover’s jaw up the side of his hairline to his ear and began nibbling on the soft flesh. Harry drilled into the young woman’s vagina harder and faster with a feeling of increased urgency due to the extra stimulation.
“Oh god Harry…I’m going to cum,” Hermione moaned directly into her paramour’s ear. “I’m going to cum wrapped around your cock baby. Are you going to cum inside of me…fill my tight little pussy with your hot load? I’d love to feel your hot juice spraying into my womb.”
Witch and wizard raced as one towards a climax to their activities. Neither participant wanted the sex to end yet their bodies yearned for release…to mix their bodily fluids in a venting of mind bending proportions. Tonks understood the approaching event and hastened her activities, pushing the pair towards orgasm even faster. Hermione’s slick sheathe, clenching inner muscles, and sheer womanly attraction pushed the Rider over the edge. A jolt of liquid magic fired from the sorcerer’s dick and coated Hermione Granger’s vaginal walls. The witch released her own sweet potion to mix with the warlock’s seed. The couple thrashed together and clung tightly to each other, grinding their pelvises together. The joint climax continued to build with no end in sight, fueled by the passion between the joined duo and their surging magic.
The immortal dragon Rider’s power ensured Hermione’s mind shut down first sometime after her twelfth orgasm. Harry stayed buried in his partner even after the last of his seed had leaked out. Tonks crawled up over his back.
“Do you have anything left in you?” Nym inquired.
“You bet your ass I do,” Harry growled.
“Prove it,” Nymphadora challenged.
The witch’s squeals rang off of the bedroom walls as her man pounced on her