Part two of the wizard/witch erotic saga.
Later that same night, Ron came home. Hermione, dressed in pajamas, greeted him by the fireplace – Ron usually traveled to and from the ministry by the Floo network.
“How was your work, honey?” – Hermione asked as she moved in for a kiss.
“Just bloody terrible, I had to file paperwork all day about the Hippogryph incident!” – Ron replied after pecking her on the cheek.
“Well, come on to bed now, hon” – Hermione tried to squeak out this sentence with as much sexual tension as her modesty would allow.
As soon as they got into bed, Ron said good night and rolled over onto his side. Hermione sidled up behind him and asked;
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to… you know… make love”
“Oh… sorry, not tonight honey, I’m really tired” – yawned Ron.
Hermione rolled off him. Five minutes later he was fast asleep; Hermione could easily tell – Ron was a loud snorer. She quietly got out of the bed, went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Hermiones mind wandered, she thought back to the last time her and Ron had sex – almost 4 weeks ago.
The wizarding world is small, everybody knew everybody, and Hermione… well, she was head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Whenever she popped up in Diagon Alley, everyone knew her by name. She was very well respected by her colleagues, by house elves and most of all; by Ron Weasley, her husband and best friend.
After they first became intimate, Ron became a total gentleman, always so sweet and kind, and yet… she just could not reveal her sexual side to him. There was no sexual education in the wizarding world, and because the community was so tightly knit, women were very modest. She did not lose her virginity to Ron until they were both 20, and by that time they had known each other for almost half their lives!
How could she tell him that she fantasized about being fucked by two men at the same time?
How could she tell him that she wanted to lick his ass and deep throat his cock?
How could she tell him that she wanted to be bent over and fucked while he said; “You’ve been a bad girl, Miss Granger”?
How could she tell him that she wanted to swallow his cum?
Tears were welling up in Hermiones eyes. “Stop it, stop it you sick, sick girl” she muttered to herself. This was not right, what was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be having these urges, she shouldn’t be thinking about these things! She should just keep quiet and be happy with the lights out, under the covers, Ron on top – once a month…. with a condom of course. But the raw sexual urge inside her was already too strong, it was bending her will.
Hermione swiftly pulled off all her clothes and crawled on her hands and knees into the kitchen. She quietly opened the fridge and pulled out a cucumber. Overcome with lust, she immediately jammed it down her throat, down as deep as she could push it, deeper… deeper… tears came out of her eyes as she fought her gag reflex with all her might. She pulled out, almost retching. She had taken almost the entire thing inside her mouth. Now she was motivated!
She sucked the cucumber like she was too shy to suck Ron – fast and deep, drool flowing down her hands which gripped the base of the cucumber. Sucking cock was so tantalizing to Hermione; pleasuring a man without reciprocation… like… like a good girl. She sucked until she could feel a drop of her juice slowly drip unto the tile floor.
She flipped herself over onto her back, onto the cold kitchen floor. Reaching upward with her toes she caught the handle of the refrigerator door and the side of a counter. Her legs were spread so far apart, her groin hurt from the stretch. She didn’t care. She brought the cucumber down to her pussy and started to massage her thick, fleshy lips with the tip. She quivered and trembled in anticipation, she has not been penetrated for a whole month.
“Take it, take the whole fucking thing” – a voice rose inside of Hermione’s head.
Hermione put the cucumber between her pussy lips and pushed, she could feel herself stretching… tearing… Hermione let out a stifled grunt as she pulled the cucumber back out. She finally noticed… the cucumber was a lot thicker than Ron; gripping it, she could not even touch her thumb to her index finger! She laughed at her foolishness, this was an impossible task.
Reducio – Hermione shrunk the cucumber down to a more manageable size.
She tried again, and this time it went in, although the stiffness of the vegetable still gave her a considerable stretch. She slowly started to pump the cucumber in and out of her pussy, and imagined him… Draco Malfoy fucking Hermione Granger on the kitchen floor as her husband slept 15 feet away.
“Fuck me, fuck my pussy” – whispered Hermione as she pumped faster.
“Stretch me out, spread me apart”
“Give it to me; give me your entire cock, Draco”
“I’m yours Draco; fuck me, break me”
“I’m your dirty mud blood whore”
She pulled the cucumber out as she gushed her fluid all over the kitchen floor. Her body trembled in ecstasy. She licked the cucumber clean of her pussy juice and put it back in the fridge. Then she got down on her knees and slurped up her cum, right off the cold tile. Sweaty, exhausted and with lingering pain from the self-administered fuck; she quietly climbed back into bed.
She had a plan. Polyjuice potion, and an unwitting woman’s lock of hair. Hermione would seduce Draco Malfoy.
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