Brunette Bookworms Part 3

Harry came to his senses in an uncomfortable position on a hard floor. His back ached. The first thing he heard was musical laughter.

Something warm and soft touched his side. Minerva, on the same uncomfortable floor as him, had rolled over, putting her body against his. She wrapped her hands around his arm, squeezing his flesh into the pocket between her breasts. Her face still showed the messy signs of sucking him off, as if no time had passed at all. 

“What a mess we are!” she said. “What are we doing, both passing out? That’s so embarrassing!”

She kept laughing. That made Harry happy. It was a very pretty laugh.

“Was I… unconscious for very long?” Harry said.

“How should I know?” Minerva said. “I passed out too. For all I know, we’ve been asleep for a whole day. And it doesn’t matter, because I’m not done with you yet.”

She stood up. Despite having passed out recently, there was plenty of strength in her body. Harry helped her by standing up of his own volition. His head was still spinning, but not in the way that indicated he was about to hurtle through time. 

It was real. Minerva, time travel, all of it. He’d been wrong. This was so much more than some weird dream spawned from suppressed lust.

Everything he’d seen and heard in the past. Minerva’s grief and his resolve to help her. Everything was true.

With each step Harry felt resolve form and solidify. He wouldn’t pretend that he understood how this time travel business worked, but he understood the women waiting for him on either side. Today, he would fuck Minerva AND Hermione. Minerva would get the closure she wanted, using him as a substitute for her lost Muggle lover, and with Hermione it would be the start of something new. An ending and a beginning.

Harry felt more certain of himself now than he had in ages. He moved authoritatively, pulling his hand away from Minerva and using it to pin her against the door to her bedroom before she could open it. She was still wearing her dress, but Harry easily pulled it off her shoulders. 

Minerva’s smooth back came into sight, the strap of her bra exposed. Harry popped it open while she looked back at him.

“You don’t have to be so eager— Ah!” Minerva said.

Harry had slammed his hips forward. His pants had been left behind in the dining room so he was naked from the waist down.

Harry grinding his fat, slobbery dick into Minerva’s bum. It was an excellent bum. Another thing that she and Hermione had in common.

Minerva whimpered. Harry grabbed the base of her neck, holding her head against the door chin first. She shivered with anticipation while he yanked her dress down, dragging it off of her broad hips. 

Harry didn’t take off her panties. Overcome by rabid lust, he jammed his fingers under the fabric, rubbing the back of his knuckle over Minerva’s doused cunt lips, and yanked the underwear out of the way. Minerva screamed with excitement as Harry pounded his dick into her.

“That’s right! Hold me down! Don’t let me move!” Minerva begged.

There was a strange penance to this for her. She had said as she sucked him off that she wanted him to be rough. It had to do with how she was pretending that he was the muggle lover she scorned.

No matter what it stemmed from, Harry wasn’t going to deny the chance to throw around a beauty like this.

“That’s right,” Harry said. “If I want your pussy, it’s mine.”

“All yours!” Minerva howled. 

She was already cumming. Harry was taller than her, and when he gave her a good thrust her toes lifted off the ground every time. The view wasn’t as good as when Harry was fucking Hermione in this position (just the inside of an apartment instead of the whole London cityscape) but that just made Harry’s eyes fixate on Minerva even more. She was SO pretty. Her ruined makeup only made her look hotter to him.

Harry stepped closer to her, making it so that her legs were permanently hanging off of the ground. Harry spanked Minerva’s ass.

“Where’s all that spunk from when we met?” Harry said. It was fun to tease her, and every time he did her cunt got tighter, so he kept going. “What was it you said to me? There should be a limit to my idiocy?” Harry grabbed one of her arms and bent it to pin it to her lower back. “Do you still think I’m an idiot?”

“I apologized!” Minerva slurred. “I’m sowwy! I was wrong!”

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” Harry asked.

“NO!” Minerva screamed.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Harry pounded her from behind. They were fucking with so much vigor that he was worried the door hinges wouldn’t last. Minerva’s bra was unlatched but hadn’t been fully removed, leaving it pinned between her body and her partially bare breasts.

“I’m going to cum!” Minerva howled.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

“You haven’t realized?” Harry asked.

“Realized what?” Minerva moaned.

Harry put his head next to hers, letter her brown hair tickle the corner of his lips. “You’ve already BEEN cumming. Over and over again. Like a horny… little… whore.”

Minerva gasped. Her cunt convulsed. The climax she experienced was the biggest one yet, clamping down on Harry’s member. Harry squeezed the back of her neck and grunted. His balls contracted, dumping a creamy load into the depths of her snatch.

Hopefully she was on the potion. That was Harry’s last thought before the world tilted, and he disappeared.

LINE BREAK

Each time Harry made the jump he got a little bit better at it. Hermione didn’t notice anything strange had happened when he reentered the time he was from, sharing a ferris wheel compartment with her once again. Although, maybe that was to do with the fierce half clothed snogging they were doing.

When their London Eye compartment disembarked, Harry and Hermione jogged out holding hands. They got a few odd looks, but no one seemed to notice the way their clothes were slightly crooked.

They had one shared thought on their minds. They jogged around looking for somewhere private, finding a restroom at a public park a few blocks away.

Harry drew his wand without feeling bad about it. Charms made sure that no one looked twice at Hermione when he pulled her into the room, then into a stall. He cleaned the stall, put up a notice-me-not charm, and yanked his shirt off. 

Hermione did the same with her shirt. They disrobed like unforgivables were bearing down on them and stripping would save their lives. Harry pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Hermione bent over to pull her panties down and popped her bra off. The second that she was naked, Harry scooped her up with two hands on her bum.

He pinned her to the stall’s wall. Hermione hit the hard plastic, staring into his eyes. They leaned their faces toward each other slowly, engaging in a deliberate and passionate kiss. Hermione’s legs encircled Harry and forced his dick forward against her pussy, pulling him until he penetrated her.

Harry gave a piercing thrust that penetrated her down to her depths. Hermione’s back spasmed and arched against the wall. Her hands ran along Harry’s back, her nails cutting lines into his skin. Harry kept thrusting, each one slow and powerful in equal measure.

Hermione’s kissing got sloppier until she could no longer keep it up. She separated her mouth and used it to suck in air, gasping at the feeling of her folds being stretched, womanly essence coating Harry’s dick.

“Fuck, Harry,” she moaned. “You’re SO much to handle…”

Harry laughed.

“Why are you smirking at me that way?” Hermione gasped.

“Because you’re cute,” Harry said. “I didn’t know you could use words like that.”

“I can cuss,” Hermione moaned. “When there’s an occasion.”

“And this is one?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Hermione hissed. “Of, fuck yes!”

Harry wasn’t sure if the expletive was about showing her agreement or about how he was making her body feel. She started to moan loudly.

“Ahhh!” “Ahhh!” “Ahhhh!”

Hermione’s moans got louder until Harry clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Quiet baby,” he whispered. “Don’t let them hear you.”

He hadn’t told her that he put up a muffling spell along with the other privacy charms. She could be as loud as she wanted… but Hermione didn’t know that. It was adorable to watch her try to keep quiet.

She bit into her lip and stared into Harry’s eyes. Very quiet, mewling moans leaked from her throat. She grabbed the back of Harry’s head and forced him to kiss her, plugging her mouth.

Harry hooked his arms under Hermione’s knees. Instead of holding onto her ass, he folded her up and pinned her to the wall with her legs sticking up. The altered position made Hermione even tighter on the inside. She was grinding down on Harry’s dick, squeezing and being stretched in return. It was so intense that her eyes were watering.

“I was teasing you earlier,” Harry admitted. “They can’t hear anything. So let your voice out.”

“PRAT!” Hermione moaned/yelled. “AH! AH! AHHHHHH!”

There was only one place that Harry’s load was going to go. He thrusted and let it all out, painting Hermione’s impervious womb for the second time that day. Birth control potions were such a fantastic invention.

His last view was of Hermione with half closed eyes, panting to get her breath back, cum dribbling along her taint and dripping onto the floor.

Then Harry was hurtling back through time.

LINE BREAK

“I’m going to BREAK!” Minerva screamed.

Harry had his hands on her ankles. The position was similar to the one he had been fucking Hermione in, except he and Minerva had gotten to her bed, and they were horizontal instead of vertical.

Harry was holding her ankles on the pillow where Minerva’s head usually rested. Her head was lower down on the bed, just below the pillow. Her pussy was sticking up, offering itself to Harry for a fierce pounding.

“You can take it,” Harry said assuredly. “You won’t break that easily, Minerva. I know how tough you are.”

“Well it FEELS like I’m going to snap!” Minerva howled. A scream tore out of her throat to accompany a torrent between her legs. If Harry’s dick hadn’t been acting as a stopper, she would have squirted all over the sheets.

Harry bent down and kissed her on the lips, adding a gentle touch to the backbreaking sex he was putting her through. Meanwhile his fit thighs repeatedly drove his dick into her depths, shaking the bed. If it hadn’t had such a firm headboard the mattress would’ve raised a racket even muffling charms would struggle to hide. 

Minerva’s medium breasts were shaking from the pounding she was taking. Harry pinched her nipples, tugging and twisting them. She shut her eyes and moaned into his mouth. Aroused by the noise, Harry creamed her tight hole again.

And then he was in the bathroom again.

He flipped Hermione around. Somehow, the time travel magic was boosting his stamina. It was like he had separate sexual staminas in the present and the past. He felt like he had cum twice now, which he had done, inside of Hermione. But if you counted the time he spent with Minerva, it should have felt like he’d cum five times; a number he would never be able to reach.

Three was probably his limit. MAYBE four if he pushed himself. But he didn’t think about that consciously. His head was filled only with thoughts of Hermione.

He set Hermione down in front of him, standing with her back to him, and wrapped her arms around her. With both of them standing up there wasn’t room to perform full thrusts, but Harry moved his hips about six inches back and slammed that much of himself in and out of her. The best thing about this position was the intimate contact.

Harry could cup both of her breasts at once. They were kissing, his tongue going halfway to Hermione’s throat. Her lean back was pushing into his chest. The most arousing thing was that she was leaking. Their combined amorous juices were falling out of her like rain onto the cool bathroom floor.

Hermione reached her hands back and held onto Harry’s hips. Her fingers squeezed him, pulling his body and urging him to keep plunging into her. Their kiss was loud with lots of wet lip slapping.

Eventually Hermione grabbed his hand. She lifted it and planted it straight on her lower stomach.

“Push,” she said.

Harry did so, pressing her skin down.

“Can you feel it?” Hermione said. “Can you feel yourself?”

It might have been nothing but placebo, but Harry could. He pushed down harder, feeling Hermione tighten even more around him, and gave her his last load, adding to what was spilling out of her.

They were standing there, holding each other and listening to his cum drip out of her, when Harry slipped back into the past.

As soon as he appeared, Minerva used the moment of disorientation to get her legs loose and flip them over. She got on top, riding him while Harry lay on his back. He could already tell. The next time he came, he’d be finished for the night.

Minerva touched his face gently. She said: “You really do look so much like him…”

“That’s why we’re doing this, isn’t it?” Harry said.

“It’s why I started this,” Minerva said. “Now, I don’t think I could stop my body.”

Harry understood what she was saying. The lust was urging him on, his hormones and desires almost pulling him along to keep fucking until he physically couldn’t. Minerva must have been aching after the contortions he had put her through, but she still found the strength to bounce and ride his thick member.

“Thank you. For doing this,” Minerva said.

Harry laughed. “Really, it’s been my treat.”

The vibe had changed. She wasn’t begging to be used or punished anymore. It seemed like some of her grief had evaporated. Or, been fucked out of her.

Minerva rode him rhythmically. Her brown hair swayed and her perky breasts bounced. Harry touched them, squeezing the flesh melons like stress balls. Minerva moaned at a low volume and put her hands over his, rubbing his knuckles.

“You’re a fantastic man,” Minerva said.

“You’re a lovely woman,” Harry returned.

“Good. We’re on the same page.” Minerva leaned down, her hair hanging over Harry’s face. “Let’s finish this then.”

Harry’s hands slipped off of her breasts. They went around to her back, grabbing the cheeks of her butt. Minerva rode him harder. Harry slammed her hips down, adding to the force. 

Minerva’s back arched. She looked at the ceiling. Her short gasps were clearly audible over the smacking of their bodies.

“Here it comes,” Harry said.

Minerva put her hands on his shoulders. She smiled at him, bent down, and gave him a kiss.

His dick deposited the last load. It nestled into Minerva’s depths, soaking into her womb. While kissing, Harry smiled.

And then he was gone.

Back to the present, back to his time, and back to Hermione.

Where all things should be.

Hermione, still nude and wrapped in his arms with his member embedded in her, sensed Harry tremble slightly as he returned to his time.

“Is everything alright?” she asked worriedly.

Harry squeezed her tighter. 

“Just fine,” Harry said. “Better than fine. It seems like things have worked out perfectly.”

Hermione wiggled deeper into his touch. The two of them stayed there, embracing and relishing their new relationship, for as long as they could get away with.