Today's Class was a trip. Hermione could hardly believe her professor had spread her legs and let Harry impregnate her in front of the whole class. Tonks was more than happy to reveal the entire icky truth to everyone. She had to admit, there was a part of her that wished it was she in front of the class with Harry, but that was only a distant fantasy. Ever the scholar, Hermione still desired to learn more about sexual intercourse. She figured she would take her professor up on that offer and see her later that day about the issue.
Nymphadora Tonks was fiddling in her office, completing unfazed by what had transpired a few hours ago. Hermione creaked the door open, Tonks looked up from her desk and greeted her, "Come in, come in. I have all the time in the world to talk." The nervous witch shuffled into the room and sat in a chair in front of her desk. "So what's on your mind?", Tonks asked, kicking her feet up.
Hermione tried to put into words, "Um, there are still a few things I don't quite…understand." This had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of her life, not helped by the fact that Tonks was so carefree by comparison.
"It's the balls, isn't it," she remarked, "It's always the balls that trip people up."
"No no, that's not-", Hermione clarified, not wanting to admit that Tonks was right on the money. "I just…I just," she tried to muster the courage.
The pink haired professor got up from her chair and walked around the desk next to her, "Hey hey hey, it's alright. This is a sensitive subject matter. Maybe you would like to talk to someone your own age about this."
Hermione looked up, "I guess that would be better."
Tonks poofed back behind the desk in a puff of smoke, changing her tune on a dime, "Right, I am assigning you a private tutor for the class."
Jumping out of her chair, Hermione said, "Oh, I don't think I need to go that far." It wasn't that she was against the helping hand, but rather she feared the embarrassment if others found out she needed a tutor for anything. She continued, "Really, it would just be a bother to whoever…"
"Nonsense," Tonks hand-waved it away, "Harry is an excellent assistant, you'll get along just fine."
"H-H-Harry would be teaching me?", Hermione stumbled over her words.
"Of course, he's the TA, it would only make sense if he was the one helping you," she explained. Leaning in closer, Tonks spoke softly, "Also, he would do anything to make sure you fully understood sexual reproduction."
Not getting the message, Hermione confusingly asked, "Anything?"
"Aaaaaannnnnnything," Tonks emphasized. The sound witch's face turned a deep shade of red, there was no way her professor was setting her up on a fling with Harry Potter. "Now, being a teacher, I can't condone such acts," continued Tonks, "But if the two of you happened to get up to some trouble on your own, that's only natural. He's a handsome boy, you're a beautiful girl, anything could happen with you two alone in a room together. Or not," Tonks leaned back, "After all, this is just meant to be a platonic tutoring session, the only one who can pull the trigger is you. So…would you like that tutor?"
This was it, the night Harry Potter would show up to her dorm for some…tutoring. Yeah, just some tutoring. Hermione wore a white blouse and grey skirt, nothing too fancy, but potentially still alluring. It was 8 in the afternoon, the moon was already out, and students were meant to be in their rooms. Well, all except for staff, which Harry technically was. He presented a form to the painting separating the girls dorm rooms from the boys, gaining unimpeded passage. Hermione had everything neat and tidy, she was so nervous about having a boy in her room for the first time. The door opened to reveal Harry carrying a book-bag and wearing jeans and a knit sweater, hardly what anyone would call sexy.
Before he arrived, Tonks had given Harry specific instruction to not press the idea of sex to Hermione. If she wanted it, she will offer it to him; but until then, act like this is a normal tutoring. Harry played the part of the "safe teacher" very well, greeting Hermione with a smile and opening his bag, ready to get started learning basic education. The night went on with Harry and Hermione sitting a safe distance apart from one another, sitting comfortably on her bed. It all seemed too easy for her, there's no way that this man would suddenly drop the act and become her personal consort upon command.
It was at the point when Harry began going over the male anatomy in the textbook that Hermione decided to make her move. She put her hand on his shoulder, "Hey, um…maybe we could…you know, uh." Hermione gathered as much courage as she could to say what she wanted, "We don't..need the textbook."
"What do you mean?", said Harry, incredibly patient.
She whimpered, "Why use the pictures when…when you could…show me yours?"
"Would it help you understand the material better if I showed you mine?", asked Harry.
Hermione clenched her fists on her lap, "Yes."
"Very well," Harry resigned, getting up off the bed and taking his pants off. She could already see the pronounced bulge in his boxer briefs. He curled his thumbs under the hem of his undergarments and slid them downward, revealing a meaty schlong resting atop two round orbs. Hermione quickly realized that seeing a penis from the back of the classroom was nothing like seeing it up close. Harry turned to face her, his dick swishing to the side along with his torso.
The color red washed across Hermione's face, she couldn't look him straight in the eye. "Now just, uh…get on the bed," Hermione directed.
Following her command, he crawled the foot of her mattress. Presenting his genitals, he said, "You may inspect them however you wish," spreading his legs so Hermione would have no trouble getting a good look.
'Inspect them,' she stressed in her mind, 'I thought he was just going to whip it out and stand around, now I'm allowed to touch?' Hermione debated inside her head about whether she should go through with it or not. Of course she wanted every inch of his body, but would that be a breech of friendship? However, backing out now might seem cowardly. Or worse, what if diving right in would make Harry think she was a weird pervert? What if he already thought that? So many complex emotions swarmed Hermione's head, she had not choice but to press on and hope for the best.
She slowly extended an arm and reached for his testicles. They felt squishy upon contact and were the size of Golden Snitches, perfectly round and smooth. There was an intense heat radiating off his shaft which gave an aura of potent masculinity.
Hermione leaned in for a closer look, her face practically pressing against his cock. "This is what a male looks like," she said, mesmerized. Her mouth watered, slowly getting closer, looking like a Cobra ready to strike. Harry felt a little nervous with the way she was looked at his family jewels. She slowly open her mouth, and stuck her tongue out, easing ever closer. Finally, Hermione's tongue touched Harry's testicles, savoring the taste of nutsack on her tastebuds.
Her tongue licked up and down his stones like a paintbrush, progressively getting used to the idea of licking balls. Harry's cock caressed her cheek as it slowly rose, reacting to the sensation. No one had ever done that to Harry before, he was experiencing a new kind of pleasure. Feeling a little prideful from his body's reaction, Hermione opened her mouth wider and closed her lips around one of his balls. She began sucking it like a gumball, slathering it with her tongue. Eventually, she popped Harry's second ball into her mouth and sucked both at the same time, resembling a chipmunk with two nuts in her cheeks.
Harry was enjoying himself, until he realized he was about to cum way too soon. He calmed himself just in the nick of time, but it was too close for comfort. No one had ever caught him off-guard like that in the bedroom before. His cock was aiming right above her head. If he had cum now, he would've gotten cum in her hair, and nobody likes that. Her hair was her most beautiful feature to Harry, luscious and flowing but still a bit manic, like a wild waterfall of brown curls. Harry tried to hang on despite the increasing odds against him. Hermione looked up and saw his pained expression, unable to cum, but desperately wanting to.
The young witch got off his nuts, "What's the matter?", she asked.
"N-Nothing," he tried to put on a straight face.
A playful side of Hermione began to emerge, "Do you need to ejaculate?", she teased.
"Of course not," he grimaced, "I'm only here to help you with your learning."
"Come on," she teased, "We're the only ones here, tell me what it is you need."
He knew it was a breach of contract between him and Tonks, but he could stand it any longer. "I need you to suck my dick," he shouted.
There wasn't anything about that specified in class, Hermione was confused, "Suck your dick?"
"Yes, I want you to suck my dick…and swallow my seed," he admitted. It sounded so odd, yet it made perfect sense to her for some reason. Come to think of it, Hermione had no idea why she started sucking his nuts of all things, could this be something instinctual? Was she such a closeted freak that even she wasn't aware of how skillful she was at taking a dick? Like a Sleeper Agent of cock? There was no time to ponder on that because Harry looked like he about to literally die.
Hermione lowered her mouth to his pecker and wrapped her lips around his bell-end. It tasted strangely succulent, maybe Professor Tonks was onto something. As she descended his shaft, the thickness of his girth began to overwhelm her tiny throat. She tried a tactful retreat by sliding her mouth back, but that only generated a moan from Harry. 'I get it,' she thought, 'This is just like when the professor stroked Harry's penis in class. I'm stimulating him with my mouth.' She turned her gaze to Harry's face, 'Look at him,' she thought, 'He looks so cute right now.' Harry's mouth was whimpering uncontrollably like a puppy, 'I wanna make him cum,' she decided.
Going up and down his dick, Hermione controlled the inner muscles of her throat to apply as much stimulation as possible. While at the same time, her free hand carded his balls, pumping them for their release. All this was too much for The Boy Who Lived to handle, he felt a stirring at the base of his testicles before he couldn't control it any longer. His dick sputtered load after load of semen directly down Hermione's throat and into her stomach. She had no choice but to swallow it all or else she would gag. Harry came down, feeling a little embarrassed at losing himself like that. Looking back at Hermione, she gulped down every last ounce of his spunk, leaving no evidence behind.
She gave a little hiccup and covered her mouth, giggling at what her obscenity. However, Harry was looking a little depressed. Hermione shifted her body and laid beside him, "You doing alright?", she asked.
His eyes looked away, "I messed up," he confessed, "I wasn't supposed to enjoy it. I was told by the professor not to push you into something you didn't want to do yourself. I'm sorry."
The girl leaned into his ear, "Who's gonna tell her? You? The only people I see here are you and me, and I ain't saying nothing." Hermione sat up on the bed, "But if you really have to do everything I say…," she began formulating an idea in her head, "I've been having trouble memorizing the male form." With perverted glee, she command him to take off his shirt.
"Okay," he said, slowly revealing his developed body as the shirt was lifted over his collar. Harry was completely naked from head to toe, allowing Hermione to marvel at his impressive musculature. She pressed a hand to his pectoral muscles and gently caressed them. Her hands pushed against his defined abs to feel just how hard they were. That same tongue that once wrapped around his balls was now licking across his chest. She tasted his scrumptious pecs, giving into her primal nature, unafraid of her perversion and shame.
Unleashed, she grabbed his face, "Did anyone tell you that you have a really kissable face?", and mashed her mouth into his. Hermione gripped the back of his head and ran her hands through his soft, scruffy hair. She came up for air and looked longingly into his spectacled eyes. Born tonight was a new Hermione, a braver Hermione, one who embraced her sexuality and made it her own. She fiddled under her skirt and produced her own panties, bunching them past her ankles and flicking them away.
She grabbed her wand a produced a Patronus. It slowly took shape into the form of a large penis made of hard light. Hovering through the air, it flew under Hermione's skirt and presumably into her hoo-ha. The glowing light coming from the inside of her pelvis was a dead giveaway. She could feel the Patronus slipping in and out of her, steadily trying to make her cum. "Harry," she spoke, "I want you to watch. I want you to watch me pleasure myself." She gracefully split her legs apart like a ballerina while still keeping her naked crotch from view behind her skirt. "You have to use your imagination," she explained.
Hermione had masturbated before in her private time, but now this was going to be a show. Granted, she wanted the show to still be a tease, so she opted for a different approach. Every article of clothing would remain on her body, save for the tantalizing thought of a her being commando the whole time. While the Patronus went to town on her box, she used her free hands to message her vacant breasts. She reiterated, "You're not allowed to touch any of this. You can only watch me from over there." The boy's penis rose to attention at the sight, never truly realizing just how hot Hermione had become until right now.
While nowhere near as "gifted" as Daphne Greengrass in the chest department, she was graced with most gorgeous set of thighs. He didn't feel like bringing it up, but her uniform skirts were typically too short for their own good. Hermione frequently trotted down the hallway with her ass poking out the bottom, completely oblivious. Daphne must have noticed too because she didn't mention it once, probably not wanting to call attention to a department where Granger had her beat. That's not to say Hermione was flat-chested, she had an impressively perky pair herself. They stretched the cloth underneath her blouse tightly, making Harry wish they could just be set free.
Following her instruction, Harry watched Hermione molest herself through her clothes. Her face contorted and congealed into expressions and looks she wouldn't dream of making in public. The girl squealed like a pig and moaned like a banshee, ready to make a mess on the bed, unconcerned with the inevitable cleanup. Hermione dared herself to look like perverted trash in front of Harry Potter. She was ready to burst, she was gonna burst so hard. She whimpered, "Harry, are you looking? Are you looking at me?" Harry was being a good boy, refusing to jerk off despite what any sane person would do. Even though she didn't explicitly tell him not to jerk off, he knew that's what she was going for.
His dick twitched and strained, unable to be pleased by it's master's hand. 'Oh no,' thought Harry, 'Not again, if anything touches that thing, it'll go off. Why is this suddenly happening to me?'
The Patronus may have been able to get the job done, but it was a far cry from a real cock. Hermione felt her vagina begging for something long and hard to fill her up, not helping was her staring right at a massive erection the whole time. 'Soon,' she told her own hungry maw, 'Soon you will have your fill, but for now, let's finish this.'
At the same time, Harry thought, 'Oh crap, There's no stopping it now, it's gonna blow. It's gonna blow to the sound of Hermione's voice.' He spoke up, "Hermione, you have to stop or I'm gonna cum!"
"I don't fucking care," she screamed, "Cum all over me if you have to. Cum for me, Haaarrrrrryyyyyyy."
"Hermionnneeeeeeeeee," he gritted through his teeth. They came. Hard. While Hermione's juices ran down her leg, Harry ejaculated in an arc all the way to the other side of the bed. Her blouse, her skirt, her bed, there wasn't a single thing that didn't get hit by Harry's load. Most tragic of all was her hair. Harry desperately wanted her hair to be safe from his load, but alas, twas the fate of her mane. It dripped from her head in a gooey string and broke apart. She was still in shock, partly from the orgasm, but mostly by her own behavior. The old Hermione would've never let things get this far, heck, the Hermione an hour ago would've never gone this far. Letting a guy cum all over her body, staining her clothes with his filth.
She didn't blame him of course. Actually, she took it as a compliment. Harry tried to keep her calm, "It's okay, I can clean all this right up." He leafed through his book-bag trying to find his wand.
"Don't bother," she said seductively, "You've marked me, that makes me yours. I wouldn't dream of cleaning this up, I'm wearing your seed with pride." She licked a dollop from her finger, "That said, these garments are dirty, I wouldn't mind you taking them off for me." Harry crawled up to her on the bed and began to undress her. First went the blouse, completely soiled, he unbuttoned it one by one and revealed her bra-clad C-cups. "My skirt is still wet, dear," she lovingly cupped his face aloft, "You'll have to take that off too."
Hermione was running on her gut feelings, letting her lust take the wheel. She got goosebumps when Harry pulled her skirt away, revealing her slick vagina. He threw it with the rest of her clothes and laid down beside her. "That's a little unfair, you haven't finished yet," she pouted.
"But your bra didn't get dirty," he pointed out.
"I know," she replied, "Chuck it anyway." His arms travelled behind her back and unhooked her strap. Hermione took over and daintily lifted her bra away with one hand and flicked it away. Now she was as naked as she was
Her breasts had a natural lift to them, topping off with a pair of very stiff nipples. The semen still laid in her hair, she thought it would be way sexier if she just left it as is. "Now that we're all even, I think it's time you gave me that private lesson," she tickled his chest.
Confused, he started to ask, "I thought that was the-?"
"No! Oh no," she interrupted, "I still have…an uncertainty over exactly what you did to Miss Tonks the other day." Hermione became very insistent, "I believe the best course of action is to give me a…personal lesson, by having intercourse with me…right now…so I can know how it feels. Do you think you can do that?"
Harry brushed Hermione's cheek and kissed her, "It would be my pleasure Miss Granger."
The man flipped himself directly above Hermione's body. With one hand, he positioned his cock into the waiting maw of Hermione's sex before slowly easing forward. Her newly-found confidence quickly shattered when she felt like something was stabbing her. "STOP! Stop stop stop," she furiously tapped his shoulder, "Something's wrong."
He knew exactly what the problem was, "This is only your first time. I promise you, it'll get feel better soon. But there's a threshold you have to pass first."
Hermione regained composure, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, "Okay, keep going."
Harry continued his plunge, tearing her maidenhead apart with his cock and forever taking her virginity. Tears started forming in Hermione's eyes, but she bared the pain. Hermione felt someone take her hand, she opened her eyes and starred into her lover's. They waited a little bit until the initial pain passed, pressing on shortly after. The feeling of being stabbing turned into a soreness, but before long, it morphed into a unique kind of pleasure. All those times that she'd masturbated, her pussy begging for something to fill the vacuum were being quenched. She could feel her insides grip his cock, gnawing on it like a dog with a bone.
Every vein on his cock rubbed against untouched spots and made her nerves sing. Inch by wonderful inch, Harry molded his shape into Hermione, altering her standard of all men to come. "God, you're splitting me in half," she whined.
"Should we stop?", he asked.
"Don't you fucking dare," she snapped, "You're staying in me for a long time." Harry grabbed hold of her breasts and used them like handles to really start digging in. Once in a while, Hermione would feel him bump against something in the back of her vagina, like he was hitting a wall. The only conclusion she could come to was that his dick was filling her to capacity. Her first cock, and she just so happened to be lucky enough that it was Harry Potter's.
As he continued, Hermione noticed that Harry's cock was twitching inside her. She recognized that he was about to cum and she was currently in the worst position for a girl looking not to get pregnant. Hermione wanted to tell him to stop, she wanted to tell him to pull out, but her body wouldn't allow it. The intense pleasure she was feeling clouded her judgement, it would be far more painful to stop now instead of letting the act run it's course. Caught in the moment, she let her fears wash away, those would be tomorrow Hermione's problems. Today, she would let this man turn her into a woman.
He groaned, "How can one girl be so tiiiiigggght?"
"You ready to cum?", whimpered Hermione.
"Uh-huh," he gritted through his teeth.
"Me too, I can't last much longer," she added, "Let's cum together." Hermione grabbed Harry's buttcheeks and shoved his pelvis into her crotch repeatedly. She worked in conjunction with his thrusts so they could slam even harder into each other. The sex was wild, this would be the night she'd treasure forever. His cock twitched and twitched until it was ready to burst. She screamed, "NO REGRETS!", and locked her legs behind Harry's torso, taking his entire length in one final lance. Her legs refused to release their captive as Hermione came her brains out.
Harry blew his load deep inside her, expelling his virile seed into her womb. She was too tingly from the aftermath to care about pregnancy, accepted anything that the boy was giving her. Their bodies embraced, his wide chest squishing her boobs flat. Hermione was catching her breath, when suddenly he kissed her, "Sorry, you have a very kissable face," he justified.
Eventually, she unlocked her legs and allowed Harry to pull out of her. "Holy Shit," she expelled, "That was..that was..Holy Shit."
"You're pretty "Holy Shit" yourself," he suavely added. Hermione nuzzled her head into his neck, using his arm as a pillow. Harry wrapped his arms around her body and held for close for warmth.
"Hey, I'm just gonna close my eyes for a second," she said exhausted, "It doesn't mean I'm falling asleep. I just..need ta..", and she was out. The sounds of her slowly wheezing were irresistibly cute to Harry and started lulling him to sleep as well. Even after all that gosling, that strain of jizz still refused to leave her hair. Looking at it now, he found it a little charming as well as disgusting. Like, this was who Hermione Granger was, warts and all, and he was proud of who she was. The shifting of Hermione's body in her sleep resulted in spurts of excess cum being squeezed out of her vagina in random intervals. Basically being trapped in a cocoon of limbs, Harry allowed himself to fall asleep. This was a successful private lesson.
The next morning, Hermione woke to find Harry still sleeping beside her and the bed an absolute mess. She stumbled to the shower, trying to wash that strand of jizz from her hair. But try as she may, it simply wouldn't come off. She had waited too long to clean it up, and now the cum had stained her hair, forever leaving a streak of white down the right side of her mane. That's wizard cum for ya. However, Hermione too it in stride, equal parts reminder of that passionate night and badge of honor for becoming a woman.
Later that day, she was accosted by Daphne Greengrass over the rumors that she'd needed a tutor for Health Class of all things. Normally, Hermione would have a witty comeback, but today, she was simply aflutter over last night. Dizzy and delightful, she pranced through the hall past Luna Lovegood, unaware that she was even there.
"You made love with Harry Potter, didn't you?", Luna said, matter-of-factly. Hermione was yanked out of her daze and quickly shoved Luna into a corner.
"Shush, that isn't something you can just blurt out?", Hermione whispered.
"But it's true, isn't it?", she debated, "You and Harry made love to each other last night, you have his scent all over you."
"His scent?", Hermione was creeped out.
Luna sniffed her body, "Indeed, you are also wearing his ejaculate on your head. If the two of you were hounds, that would be a sign that he's marked you as his territory."
"How do you know what Harry smells like?", asked Hermione.
"I know everyone's scent," Luna explained, "It lets me know when enemies draw near."
"Promise me you'll keep all this a secret," Hermione pleaded.
"Of course," she agreed, "I gain nothing by embarrassing you. That is what "assholes" do." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "However," added Luna, "I do wish to know if he is available."
Hermione asked, "Available?"
"For tutoring," Luna grinned.