[Harry Potter - Erotic Series] (Grimmauld Place 1)

Number 12 Grimmauld Place
– The Black family's old house was extremely unsettling – a sweet, rotten smell, dim lighting, a oppressive
atmosphere, and rows of elf heads on the porch.
Harry tiptoed up the stairs, trying not to make a sound – he didn't want to wake the noisy old
woman's portrait.
The second room on the right on the second floor was where he and Ron lived.
Harry carefully crossed the landing, only to find a strange thing at the doorway. It
was clinging to the door, something wriggling to its left, occasionally emitting heavy breathing sounds.
"Cough cough—" Harry seemed to recognize it. It was
a person.
A woman.
A stunning beauty – fiery red hair, a striking face.
But now her face was almost as red as her hair.
Ginny glanced shyly at Harry, then hurriedly ran back to her room.
"Isn't she no longer shy with me? Why is her face still so red?" Harry thought to himself. Unconsciously
, Harry was dragged by his feet towards his room.
He desperately wanted to see Ron and Hermione! Five steps, four steps, three steps—when he was just
two steps from the door, his face flushed. Even without pressing his ear to the door, he could clearly hear
the seductive moans: "...Ah...ah...harder, Ron...not enough, harder, harder
!"
"You little slut, you're getting better and better, I can hardly satisfy you anymore," came Ron's
familiar voice from inside.
Harry was instantly shocked—Ron and Hermione had already done this shameful thing! He had
never known.
He also immediately understood what Ginny had been doing—her left hand, naturally, was rubbing her tender virgin vulva
(perhaps it had already been deflowered by one of her brothers); her flushed face was, of course, an uncontrollable surge of desire
.
Hermione's moans grew increasingly lewd, and the creaking of the bed grew louder. Harry
suddenly felt unbearably embarrassed to stay any longer.
Just as he was about to leave, a deep growl from Ron echoed from inside, and Hermione's moans reached
their peak—then everything fell silent.
Harry prepared to leave.
"Harry, you're here! Come in! We've missed you so much!" Ron called out.
Harry was surprised.
He was certain he hadn't made a sound during their passion; how could Ron have known he
was there? —The door opened automatically—Ron and Hermione lay naked on the bed.
Hermione was still using her mouth to clean Ron of the aftereffects, while Ron was playing with Hermione's now
slightly darkened nipples.
Harry didn't know whether he should look or not, so he pretended to look around at the room's furnishings
.
Turning his head, he suddenly saw something that looked like a large mirror.
But the image in it wasn't his own reflection; it was the hallway outside!
"No wonder they knew I was here!" Harry muttered to himself. "Yeah, Harry," 　　 Hermione said. "Otherwise, how could we
dare to make love so brazenly, all thanks to this dieting device!" "It's a surveillance camera, you idiot!" Hermione whined. Her tone was so sweet and seductive that Harry had never heard it before. 　　 "Since the adults are all in a meeting, and Fred and George aren't here, I only set the surveillance camera 　　in the second-floor hallway." Hermione said, waving her wand that had been lying on the floor. "When Ginny came over to eavesdrop 　　, Ron was really going at it." As she spoke, she pinched Ron's penis. 　　 Only then did Harry take a good look at his two close friends whom he hadn't seen for a month—Ron seemed to have grown taller 　　. He still had freckles all over his face, but he seemed much more handsome than before the summer vacation started. 　　 His muscles were also more defined, but Harry still didn't like that thing—Ron's was not small either 　　, but his own was a size bigger than Ron's! After his pride subsided, he naturally turned his gaze to Hermione— 　　freed from the constraints of her heavy schoolbag, Hermione's body was glistening, still flushed from her orgasm, and she slightly 　　parted her legs. A glistening substance dripped from her thighs to near her knees. Although her breasts, at 15, 　　weren't large, they already possessed a mature charm. 　　 Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Hermione slowly sat up, leaned over the headboard, and went to draw the curtains. This action 　　made Harry hard as well—a supple waist, full hips, and most importantly, that pussy! 　　 Not a single stray hair, crystal clear, perfectly natural. Ron's semen was still flowing out of her. 　　Harry swallowed hard—after all, this was his best friend's woman. 　　 Although it's said that "you can ride your friend's wife as you please," he couldn't be impolite at this moment. 　　 "Ugh, I'm exhausted!" Ron stretched. "I'm going to take a shower first." 　　 He draped a towel over himself and headed for the door—"This little slut is yours, Harry." "I ca 　　n't satisfy her! Haha!" Harry stood there in surprise, stunned and unable to move. But Hermione made him move 　　—with a flick of her wand, Harry flew up and crashed onto the bed. 　　 The erotic scent of love juice mixed with the rich fragrance of Hermione's hair assaulted Harry's nostrils. 　　 He couldn't control himself. But he couldn't move: "Hermione has used magic to subdue him." 　　 "Harry, I'm going to rape you, I'm going to possess you!" Hermione smiled seductively. 　　 With a flick of her wand, Harry's clothes were instantly stripped off. 　　 "Whoosh," ropes flew from the wand, binding Harry and securing him firmly to the bed. 　　 Harry didn't know what Hermione was going to do. 　　 He panicked. 　　 He was afraid Hermione would do something shameful like SM to him, especially if Ron suddenly came back… 　　 But Hermione didn't take any further action; instead, she started getting dressed. 　　 Orange-red lace lingerie, thongs, black sheer fabric, white shirt; black fishnet stockings, denim shorts; a 　　plaid coat.

Harry immediately understood Hermione's intention—this would be an incredibly exciting experience—a stunningly beautiful and alluring woman's
striptease performance! Hermione swayed her still-developing but already extremely seductive body. Her brown hair brushed against her
full breasts. She turned around, her coat slowly slipping down. She bent over, her slender, fair hands
stroking upwards from her toes—calves, thighs, abdomen, chest.
She turned back to face Harry, continuing to sway her seductive, full hips.
The buttons of her white shirt were undone one by one—even through the black sheer fabric and orange-red lace bra,
Harry could clearly see Hermione's nipples, erect with excitement.
Harry was also excited—due to Voldemort's resurrection, Harry had been worried all day and hadn't been so
unrestrained in a long time—his enormous penis slowly rose, indeed extraordinary: though not fully swollen, it was already
comparable to Ron's.
Hermione stared at the enormous thing, her eyes clearly revealing a hungry look.
Was it the repression of focusing solely on studies that had made Hermione like this? Harry wondered, but his eyes
were fixed on Hermione's long, straight legs encased in sexy fishnet stockings.
Her legs were flawless, like jade, possessing a primal allure against the black backdrop.
Her denim shorts were nowhere to be seen—Hermione was left only in her orange-red underwear and
the hazy black fabric.
Harry was still anticipating Hermione's next move, but unexpectedly, she stopped.
Hermione picked up her wand from the ground, flicked it slightly, and muttered something—"plop," a long,
thin object landed in her hand.
It was a dildo!
And a thick, large one, constantly writhing and vibrating.
Hermione threw down her wand again and plopped down on the carpet. Her left hand held the dildo to her crotch,
while her right hand reached towards her chest. The dildo slowly slid into Hermione's vagina, its frantic twisting and intense vibrations assaulting
her sensitive areas.
Her right hand's five slender fingers rapidly traced her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through Hermione.
"Harry, do you think I'm slutty? Don't you want me? Ah...ah..." Hermione cried out.
Harry, of course, wanted to have her! He wanted to fill her empty heart with his enormous member!
If he could move, why would he leave Hermione there masturbating alone?
Unfortunately, he couldn't move; only his penis was still moving.
Overwhelmed with excitement, Harry's penis throbbed with the surge of blood, rubbing against
the ropes binding him.
"...Ah...ah...I'm flying, shoot inside Harry, shoot inside! Ah..." With a soul-stirring, seductive
moan from Hermione, a torrent of fluid gushed from between her legs. Judging from the marks on the carpet, the spray reached
at least three meters!
At that very moment, aided by the friction of the ropes against his penis, Harry also reached orgasm!
Thick semen gushed out, nearly half a meter long, scattering across Harry's flat stomach.
Hermione collapsed to the floor, exhausted from the two consecutive orgasms. But
what did this matter to her yearning heart? She climbed onto the bed, crawled to Harry's side, and began licking
the semen that had accumulated on his stomach. How could Harry resist such a lewd scene? His penis
became erect again within minutes of ejaculation.
The erect penis slapped against Hermione's face as she licked the semen—without a word, Hermione grabbed
the massive member and began licking it.
Then she straddled Harry's chest, so Harry could clearly see Hermione's
beautiful genitals.
Truly a gift from heaven! The post-orgasmic wetness made Hermione's vulva even more alluring—although her nipples 　　were darker
from years of masturbation , Hermione's vulva remained pink. 　　 Hermione's labia majora, resembling a steamed bun, and two protruding, rosy labia minora enveloped a throbbing 　　clitoris. 　　 Harry longed to cup Hermione's full buttocks and savor this beautiful vulva. 　　 Harry had never imagined that the woman who had been by his side for four years could be so beautiful. 　　 Perhaps it was Hermione's outstanding academic achievements and her close relationship with him and Ron that he had 　　never fantasized about this young woman, who was considered a beauty in all of Hogwarts and had a stunning figure. 　　 And now, this young woman's most private parts were exposed before his eyes, while his 　　groin was enjoying the service of her warm, moist mouth. Harry truly regretted not having awakened her sooner 　　. 　　 But with such beauty before him, Harry had no time for regret. 　　 Harry only felt Hermione stop licking his penis and slowly sit up. 　　 She half-squatted back a few steps, her private parts now covering Harry's face. 　　 She actually sat down on Harry's face! A thick, lewd scent assaulted Harry's senses. It 　　was the smell of Ron's semen mixed with Hermione's vaginal fluid. There was also a faint fragrance; could this be 　　the unique scent of a young girl? Harry wondered. Ignoring all that, Harry's tongue began its assault on Hermione's forbidden territory. 　　 Hermione was indeed incredibly wanton—she moved her hips in 　　circles against Harry's face, writhing to gain more pleasure. 　　 Suddenly, she stopped writhing, and Harry could clearly feel Hermione's genitals twitch 　　a few times in his mouth—she had orgasmed again! 　　 This time, Hermione truly collapsed onto Harry's equally naked body. 　　 Her body was limp, radiating an even more wanton power. 　　 Harry stared at Hermione's buttocks facing him, his erection stubbornly throbbing. 　　 He instinctively reached out to touch her buttocks—the soft touch, the smooth skin—he could move 　　! 　　 Harry felt a surge of joy. 　　 Because of Hermione's fainting, the magic she had cast had vanished, and the ropes binding Harry had disappeared! 　　 (You might ask, what about the monitor? Well, that's a bug, ignore it...)

Harry excitedly scrambled to his feet and turned the unconscious Hermione over.
He meticulously examined every detail of Hermione's body—her brown hair clung sensually to her delicate
cheeks with sweat;
the erect nipples on her full breasts showed that her passion had not yet subsided; her flat stomach paired with her wasp waist and pert
buttocks—a near-perfect figure!
Harry peeled off her sweat-soaked black gauze dress and then removed her fishnet stockings—her snow-white
thighs were finally fully revealed to Harry.
He could no longer suppress his impulse and grabbed one of Hermione's full, firm thighs, kissing it passionately.
He didn't venture further into Hermione's forbidden territory but instead stroked downwards, coveting her jade-like feet—ever since he
saw Hermione washing her feet in the lake, Harry had been deeply infatuated with those feet.
Her toes were like scallions, and the faint traces of veins on her snow-white instep were so alluring. Harry
kissed those jade-like feet, licking their rosy, delicate soles, gently biting their jade-like toes, and inhaling their
fragrance—Harry was captivated.
"You really like my feet?" Hermione suddenly asked.
She had been awake all along.
She had been waiting for Harry's large penis to penetrate her, but instead, Harry was playing with her feet.
"Yes, I've liked them for a long time, but I've never had the chance," Harry replied.
Hermione understood; whenever the three of them chatted in the summer, Harry's gaze was always fixed downwards. At
first, she didn't understand, but soon she did—her own feet were truly beautiful!
Then she understood Harry's foot fetish—once, after washing her feet by the lake, she discovered her
socks, which she had left in her shoes, were missing!
Later, while cleaning Harry's room, she found her socks!
Hermione gently moved her jade-like feet between Harry's thighs, her big toe and second toe clamping down on his glans
, then using her smooth, delicate soles to rub against his penis, stimulating his urethral opening.
Harry finally couldn't resist!
He grabbed Hermione's slender ankle, pulled her between his legs, aimed his penis at her
private parts, and thrust it in!
Harry lost his virginity!
No foreplay was needed; Hermione's vagina, lubricated after three orgasms, made Harry's initial penetration effortless.
However, Hermione's vagina was ultimately too tight to fully withstand the impact of Harry's enormous penis.
"Ouch..." A tearing pain deep inside her vagina, near her uterus, made Hermione cry out.
But this pain was quickly overshadowed by the feeling of fullness—Harry's large penis certainly didn't
disappoint Hermione!
Harry began thrusting. At first, his movements were slow and gentle, because Hermione's deep, winding vagina
hadn't been fully explored, and he was afraid that strong movements would hurt her.
After a period of testing, Harry became bolder, increasing the frequency and force of his thrusts.
"...Ah...Harry, fuck me...uh...uh...fuck me to death, fuck me to death, you slut..." Hermione's mouth
was full of obscene words, making Harry unbearably aroused!
He abruptly stopped, gesturing for Hermione to turn over so he could penetrate her from behind.
Hermione obediently sat up like a puppy, her buttocks raised high, her entire genitals exposed to Harry's view.
Harry didn't hesitate, thrusting in hard, hitting Hermione's cervix!
The sudden stimulation sent Hermione into a daze, a blissful, euphoric state. Harry began a near-frenzied thrusting, seemingly 　　venting all his resentment
over Dumbledore's restrictions on them relaying messages to him over the past month onto Hermione's body! 　　 Hermione swayed and awoke repeatedly during this round of thrusting, only to be overwhelmed by the intense stimulation of her vagina and uterus 　　. 　　 This repeated several times until Hermione's supporting arms finally gave way. 　　 Harry grabbed Hermione's left hand, pulled her upper body towards him, and then used his right hand to hold her right shoulder 　　—this way he could penetrate Hermione even deeper! 　　 100 thrusts, 200 thrusts, 300 thrusts… 900 thrusts, 1000 thrusts… 　　 After what seemed like an eternity, Harry finally reached his climax! 　　 Hermione, meanwhile, had already ejaculated several times like a fountain, losing consciousness. 　　 Suddenly, Harry clearly felt a force sucking at his glans from Hermione's uterus. 　　 After a few forceful thrusts, the cervix gripped Harry's penis tightly. 　　 "…Ah…" Harry cried out in pleasure, his thick semen filling Hermione's uterus. 　　 Harry continued thrusting inside Hermione's vagina for a while, reluctantly withdrawing from her 　　body. 　　 He admired his semen flowing from Hermione's exquisite genitals, suddenly filled with a sense of satisfaction 　　—humans are indeed carnal creatures—a night of passion had released all the unhappiness of the past month 　　. Harry leaned close to Hermione's genitals and sucked 　　on the incredibly lewd mixture of 　　 his own semen, Ron's semen, and her own vaginal fluids . 　　 Then he climbed on top of Hermione and planted a deep kiss on her glistening lips. 　　 Harry watched again as the lewd fluids overflowed from Hermione's mouth, flowed down her pretty face, and dripped onto 　　the pillow. 　　 The fluids soaked the white pillowcase, like a glistening flower blooming. 　　 (To be continued 　　 )

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/186637.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=186637&aspx=1

Previous Page : 【Doraemon 18+ Movie: The Evil Doraemon】(Part 1)

Next Page : Young sexual awakening, my sister and I were very passionate.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Harry Potter - Erotic Series] (Grimmauld Place 1)

comment Open a new window to view comments