Daphne Greengrass stirred a bit with the rustling of her blankets and the dip of her mattress, but she didn't fully wake up until she felt soft hands on her inner thighs, parting them and then a long, wet stroke along her slit. This wasn't an unusual occurrence in their room, but unsolicited was unexpected. And unexpected was suspicious. Or it would be, if she hadn't been woken up in one of the best ways possible. And it's a Monday morning at that! She could use all the good feelings it was generating.
The soft hands pushed her thighs open more and up a bit and the tongue became a mouth that clamped over her whole vulva and the tongue speared her core, insistent in its intent. The tongue then wormed its way up her crease, zigzagging, and then circled around her clit for a couple of rotations. The soft hands moved to play with her lower lips, tugging and manipulating them in the best way. She moaned in appreciation.
A finger, then another entered her canal, twisting and wiggling. The tongue stopped circling her clit to lick it directly and pull it into the waiting lips to be sucked on fervently. Her own hands flew down to push the head between her legs further down onto her pelvis while it rose off the bed to meet the face sucking at it. She heard a disgruntled murmur so she acquiesced and released the pressure she had applied to the head, leaving her hands in the girl's hair.
"You always were a greedy bitch getting oral!" mumbled the giver annoyingly.
Ah! It was Pansy then.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Daphne, nearly squealing the last word as Pansy again twisted her fingers inside Daphne in the most delicious way.
"You're less of a right stroppy cow on Mondays if you orgasm the night or morning before. And I'm determined to have a good week before hols," Pansy lied. Only by half though. Daphne was the easy choice for Hermione's morning assignment. The girl hated morning and Mondays were worse. If she had to give anyone oral on Monday morning, it was truly in Pansy's best interest for that person to be Daphne. Pansy had earned her title of being a diva, but Daphne easily bypassed her on Mondays, she thought as she went back to teasing Daphne's bud with the tip of her tongue. Daphne's good mood would decline quickly if she continued to slack on her oral ministrations.
"Oh, well isn't that magnanimous of you…" groaned Daphne as her legs start to twitch.
Oh, we're nearly there, thought Pansy. She twisted her fingers again so she could hook them to rub against the front wall of her vagina, earning her more pronounced twitches. Daphne really enjoyed consistency. It was good to start off with variety to warm her up, but once the twitching started, it was best to stick to the same formula and hope you had enough stamina to get her over the finish line. Daphne knew this too and held Pansy's head firmly were it was. But since her twitches were almost jerks, Pansy knew stamina would not be an issue today. In less than a minute, Daphne's whole body tensed, bowing further off the bed onto Pansy's tongue, requiring her to push up her fingers more so she didn't lose contact with Daphne's g-spot.
"Merrrrrrrrrrrlinnnnnnnnnnnn," Daphne finally moaned out as she let her middle drop back down on the bed.
Pansy pulled her face away after a few tickles with her tongue and withdrew her fingers. She loved to tickle the girl post-orgasm because she disliked it so, but there was only so much sass Daphne could tolerate. And in the mornings, it required a fresh orgasm to get away with any! So she stopped her tickles and crawled up the girl's body to kiss her deeply. Daphne had morning breathe, but Pansy had quim juice all over her face and mouth, so she barely noticed.
"Time to get up and face the day!" singsonged Pansy cheekily as she lightly slapped Daphne's mons pubis. She slid out of Daphne's bed to find Tracey and Millie staring at her. She just shrugged and walked off towards the loo.
~~*HGPP*~~
By the time third period ended, Pansy was fairly buzzing with joy for having picked Daphne for her morning assignment. Giving her an orgasm buttered her up much more than it did in the past and she reciprocated with many small, but sweet gestures all morning. She gave Pansy the last of her favorite pastry at breakfast when Pansy missed the chance to grab any. She helped her with a few homework questions and lent Pansy her spare quill when hers broke without Pansy having to ask.
It reminded her of when they were close, but last year ruined that closeness. Granted, they were still friends – civil and even occasionally pleasant towards each other. But the darkness from last year left many edgy. Even those in Slytherin. Maybe especially those in Slytherin. Cruelty gets old fast for most people. Slytherins were no different, except that they had to appear to be different. They had to look like they relished the cruelty. Since most Slytherins are schooled on appropriate appearances from an early age, this wasn't a hard task for many. But the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive and with so much continual acting, it created trust issues in the snake pit. Finding out their head of house had been a spy really didn't help the matter. Everyone who returned appears to be remorseful for any family members that were on the wrong side of the war, but no one seems to know who's being genuine. Not that it really matters, since alliances with the "right people" are still important. So everyone still smiles at those people whether they think they're genuine or not.
Pansy was so immersed in her rumination that she passed her normal turnoff for the dorms and didn't realize it until she was halfway down an abandoned corridor. She was about to turn around to go back when she was manhandled into an alcove behind a suit of armor. Her assailant pushed her face first against the wall and yanked up the back of her robes and skirt, exposing her bare bum. She gasped out an unarticulated disgruntle objection. It was dark enough in the alcove to have no idea who this was.
Just as she was preparing to push back against her attacker to give herself a chance, they pressed them self against Pansy and leaned forward putting their mouth next to her ear. The figure was lean, strong, tall with no hit of breasts, so she could assume it was likely male.
He grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her arms above her head where her wrists suddenly found themselves stuck to the wall, as he whispered gravelly, "Do you consent Tulip?"
Tulip! Obviously a Slytherin in her year or below then.
The first couple of years at Hogwarts, a few of the upperclassmen thought it was cute to call her Tulip. Thankfully, they had the mercy to only use that embarrassing nickname in their common room so only a few knew about it. It died down by third year and by that time she had enough power to wreak havoc on any first years that heard it and thought they could get away with it. They figured out their mistake quickly. However, it stayed in the collective memory of a few people and it still surfaced occasionally. Like now, for instance!
Despite the use of this particular name narrowing the prospective pool, there were enough people of similar height and build in that group that there was still at least a quarter left. And her nose was practically pressed against the slightly damp, and quite cold, stone wall, making scent basically useless.
But because she knew this group of potential attackers quite well, she relaxed. Almost immediately after she realized that even if she consented, her Mistress's vow would likely stop it anyways. She rubbed her bare arse against the robe behind her (apparently he did a sticking charm to her clothing as well), before purring, "It's your funeral…"
His laugh was low and grumbly, still not giving her any clue to who he was. "That's what you think…"
Definitely Slytherin. Cocky fuck! He's in for a surprise, she smiled. But then faltered. I hope this doesn't sting me too, she thought.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against his hardened groin. His still completely clothed groin! Huh, didn't expect that, she mused. He snaked one hand around to fondle a tit as the other started to caress her labia, checking for moisture, which there was plenty of.
And… no sting! There was no resistance of any kind. Color me surprised, thought Pansy. She gasped as he pushed two fingers into her. She was wet, but not that wet, and she wasn't expecting it. The hand tweaking her nipple trailed down the front of her body to land on her clit. Mercifully, he dipped a finger into her juices before stroking her clit expertly. Before long she was panting and humping between his two hands. Thrusting herself further onto his fingers, which at some point he added a third, causing her to leak even more juices. She alternated between that and pushing her clit further onto the finger strumming away at it.
She would have wondered how this was even possible with the vow she took, and truthfully, it was skirting around the edge of her brain, but this mystery man was making her feel all sorts of tingly good that she refused to waste energy on figuring it out now. The not-stranger must have liked her humping his various fingers because he thrusted his groin against her bum and settled his hardened cock along the crack of her cheeks. He rocked with her as she continued to gyrate. He nibbled on her ear and then neck, drawing her closer to the finish line. Just as she felt she reached the edge of the cliff, he pulled away.
He pulled everything away! No crotch, torso, mouth or hands. She made a whiney noise.
He just laughed and whispered in her ear, "Tulip, Mistress said you need to practice patience." And before she could respond, she heard his footsteps walking away. Along with being annoyed, she quickly started to worry as she was still stuck to the wall with her bare arse facing the corridor. Right about the time she started to legitimately panic, she wrists unstuck and her robe and skirt floated down to cover her again.
She quickly walked down the corridor in the hopes of catching a glance of who diddled her moments ago, but as she round the corner, she didn't see anyone. Giving the search up as lost, she hurried down to the dorms before lunch. Her day instantly became more frustrating. She was all hot and bother and had no chance of release until after dinner (and probably well after dinner). To top it all off, it wasn't even lunch yet! Morgana, her life sucks right now!
~~*HGPP*~~
Pansy struggled through lunch, her afternoon classes and dinner. She was incredibly distracted because she was still aroused from the attack in the corridor HOURS ago and she hadn't any better clue who it was that teased her so mercilessly! Well, she was certain that Hermione sanctioned it because of what the bloke said and her spell work had held true every other time, so it seems unlikely Hermione was unaware of the tease. Pansy was also sure she could take Draco off the list of suspects. He rarely talked to anyone anymore, preferring to complete his penance in silence. She doubted that Hermione would have been able to corner him long enough to request the favor or that he would have agreed to it had she managed to talked to him. That left five or six Slytherin men that were of a similar height and build and none were acting any different than normal. It was frustrating!
Thankfully, she was on her way to meet Hermione now for whatever evening activities the brunette has planned for her so at least there was a chance for her reaching orgasm before the night was done. Hermione hadn't denied her outright so far. Hopefully that wouldn't change. That thought worried Pansy a bit more than she would have liked. Technically, she could always opt out of their arrangement. It even was stated in their vows. But she didn't feel like she would be able to ever live that down and that bothered her greatly. Better to finish it than the alternative, she thought.
She arrived in the hallway outside the new Come-and-go room a moment later to find no one there. She technically knew how the room worked, but she wasn't sure if Hermione was inside already and how to get the door to appear to let herself in or if she arrived early and was supposed to wait for her mistress. She opted to just wait in the middle of the corridor for a few minutes to see if Hermione showed. After what felt like an eternity, but turned out to be five minutes according to her tempus charm, she started to pace. Another couple of minutes passed before the door appeared and Hermione stuck her head out.
"I'm sorry Pansy, I thought I told you to come in when you arrived," stated Hermione.
Pansy's anxiety settled down at her tone. It appeared as if she wasn't upset by Pansy's mistake.
"I don't think you said that, but I don't know how to do that exactly even if you had," replied Pansy.
"Oh, well, we'll go over that in a minute. Come on in. We only have a few minutes to finish up before people are due to arrive," Hermione chatted excitedly.
Once Pansy was in the room, Hermione had her remove her robe and then had her take of her jumper and blouse so that she could add her sheerest bra with her jumper back over it. All the while, Hermione explained (in great detail) how to enter the room when meeting someone who's already inside.
Once Pansy was finished pulling the jumper over her head and into place, Hermione started to transfigure almost everything she wore. Her skirt shrunk to an obscene length. Pansy's whole hand would touch skin if she let either fall to her side. Her jumper also shrunk to hug her body tightly. Her midriff showed ever so slightly. It changed from black to a dark blood red color while the binding around her neck, cuffs and bottom all turned a dark shade of gold. The most elegant version of the Gryffindor colors you could fine, but still bloody Gryffindor colors none-the-less. Pansy wrinkled her nose at that. The v-neck then elongated, creating a deep plunge neckline so low that skin below her now visible bra was showing. As she was gaping at her outrageous outfit, her bra's color also changed to match the gold of the jumper. Pansy slapped her mouth shut in an attempt to keep her opinion of this outfit to herself.
"Aw, Pansy, what? No sass this evening?" asked Hermione all faux innocent.
With a quick grimace before she unlocked her lips, "No. Not yet Mistress," replied Pansy as meekly as she was able. Which wasn't all that meek, she was wholly aware, but she was trying her best to ensure her orgasm later by not getting into trouble too early or too deeply.
"You're learning quicker than I anticipated. That's good," stated Hermione. Then a glint that Pansy started to recognize as Granger's wickedness flashed as she swiped a finger through Pansy's wet slit. "I see my surprise for you earlier today has made you more than ready for tonight!" she snickered as she shoved her wet fingers into Pansy's mouth that fell open at that last sentence. Of course she knew Hermione had something to do about it, but for some reason, she didn't think Hermione would own it so early in the evening. But honestly, she was getting to the point she really shouldn't form expectations of this woman anymore because she was continuously surprising Pansy. So Pansy just sucked on the fingers in her mouth like the good submissive she had to play in order to get off tonight.
Hermione smiled at her sweetly and let her to the corner of the room where she laced Pansy's arms behind her back with a thick gold ribbon. The ribbon started at her wrists and braided up her forearms bringing her elbows as close as possible behind her back without causing pain. It wasn't exactly comfortable either though. Then the excess of the ribbons were tied to a ring in the corner. With her arms bound behind her back like they were, she had no choice but to stick her breasts out as far as possible. She had to admit, they looked rather impressive from her view point.
Hermione then kneeled down in front of her holding a golden rod with loops on either end. She proceeded to push Pansy's feet far apart before putting the bar in between and strapping the loops around each ankle. Now, not only was Pansy's feet spread uncomfortably apart, she couldn't close them to save her life!
Just as Pansy made up her mind to complain about this particular set-up, Hermione presented her with what looked like a golden apple, accompanied with an "Open!" and a bright smile. Pansy scowled for a moment before doing what she was told, but eventually she did open her mouth and the apple was shoved in.
"Now, don't let it drop!" commanded Hermione.
Pansy could only draw her eyebrows together in distain as a reply.
"Since you can't talk right now and therefore can't use the color system we've been using, I'm going to put this small horn in your hand. If you need things to stop, just squeeze it to let me know. Understand?" Hermione asked.
Since Pansy couldn't speak, she bit into the fake apple as best as she could before nodding her head minutely. She wondered if it was enough though when Hermione said, "Good!" and slid the horn into her hands.
Hermione paused for a moment before drawing a thin golden ribbon from her pocket.
"I almost forgot! One last touch," she muttered as she looped the ribbon around Pansy's neck and tied a quick bow. She then turned and finished putting out some drinks.
Only a couple of minutes passed before the room started to get crowded with Gryffindors. Hermione greeted everyone and let them know that they should feel free to greet and touch Pansy but they needed to be nice to the guest of honor. "Being nice" apparently included grabbing, groping, fondling and fingering. It could have been worse. No one was overly rough with her. But it could have been better. Like someone could have touched her long enough to actually get her off, but no such luck. Just another major tease for the day.
After a half hour or so, Pansy felt like she was in a nightmare. Her feet were situated too far apart for her to get comfortable so her hips kept feeling cramped and shifting them only worked for a few minutes at a time. Plus the ribbons from her arms attached to the wall, inhibiting how far she could move. And the arm binding changed her alignment so much that her back was starting to ache. She truly wasn't sure how much more she would be able to take of having to stand in this position. She was uncomfortable enough that had she been alone or able to hide it, she probably would be crying now.
Hermione looked over at her at that moment and with a wave of her wand, the bar fell loose off Pansy's ankles and the ribbons binding her arms loosened and slid down, pooling around her clasped hands. The couple of people around her moved back and allowed her some room to readjust herself.
She found the apple was still in her mouth and the ribbon around her neck, so she assumed they were to stay. Hermione beckoned her over and she went. Once she was in front of Hermione, Pansy realized her skirt was even shorter than when the party started. It now barely covered her quim and she was pretty sure that the lower portion of her bottom was on display. Hermione turned Pansy around and then pulled her down onto her lap. She spread Pansy's legs and started to caress her inner thighs.
"You have to keep the apple in your mouth and hands to your sides or you won't be to cum tonight. Do you understand?" Hermione whispered in her ear.
Pansy bit into the apple again so she could nod her confirmation.
Hermione slipped a digit into Pansy's slit, dragging it up to her clit and rubbing it aggressively. Normally that would be a turnoff for Pansy, but she had been so worked up for most of the day and teased horribly for the last half hour that it felt magnificent to her. She tried to show her pleasure by whimpering and groaning around the apple and when all else failed, she panted through her noise. She momentarily thought about how unladylike she sounded, but nothing about this situation was ladylike. If her mother could see her now, she would disown her for the harlot she was acting like. But truthfully, she couldn't find it in her heart to be ashamed of herself. Maybe in the morning light she would feel it, but now… now, she was humping her sex into Hermione's hand trying to put even more friction on her bud. She didn't care if she looked like a slag chasing an orgasm because she WAS chasing her orgasm and she was almost there. If she did what Hermione asked of her, she could have it too!
Her orgasm hit her like the Hogwarts Express going full speed. She shoved her hands so far into the chair underneath Hermione so she couldn't move them that she wouldn't have been surprised if there were holes later. She cranked her head backwards, narrowly missing Hermione's head in the process, so that she could moan wantonly through her ecstasy and still not drop the apple from her mouth.
As she was coming down from her high, Hermione continued to strum away at Pansy's clit, but in a more leisurely tempo and pressure. It was still enough to make Pansy bounce around to try to relieve the attention from her oversensitive bud. Hermione quietly snickered as she tortured her submissive with a few more strokes.
"You behaved beautifully Pansy. You can remove the apple, but I want you to hang on to it for now," Hermione told her.
As Pansy removed the apple from her mouth, Hermione closed her legs and shifted her so Pansy was sitting across her legs perpendicularly. She grabbed Pansy's hands and settled them, along with the apple, on Pansy's lap. Finally she grabbed Pansy's chin lightly and turned her face towards herself so they could have a chat.
Pansy had noticed almost everyone was looking at them. Not at all surprising with the wanton show she just put on. But there seemed to be enough space between her and her mistress and everyone else that they had a bit of privacy, despite all eyes being on them.
"Pansy, you have an assignment for the rest of the party. You are to collect cum from half of the people here on your skin before the end of the evening. If you complete it, you'll get a reward at the end," promised Hermione.
"There's like twenty people here! I have to have sex with ten people tonight?!" whispered Pansy incredulously.
Hermione smiled at her sweetly. "No. Actually, I don't want you to have intercourse with any of them."
Pansy stared at her, confused.
"You will have to be creative because the cum you collect cannot have your saliva or cum mixed with it. But besides that, you're free to do whatever you want to collect it. Use other people, if you can. Use your hands, your mouth on other parts, whatever else that will get them to cum for you," explained Hermione.
Pansy looked dubious, but also thoughtful.
"There's one more aspect you should know about…" started Hermione.
Shite! Pansy wasn't sure she liked the sound of more stipulations.
"Actually, two." Pansy audibly groaned.
"First stipulation is you have to request a non-sexual favor from each person you give a sexual favor to and they have to agree to it before the sexual favor happens. If they cum they will be held to the agreement. You could say they will be bound. If they don't cum, they are not. The second is you'll need to make sure the cum from each person has their own spots on your skin. I can explain in greater detail later, but it is important now to know that if you have two on the same spot, the second sample will be discount," warned Hermione.
"Ok…" Pansy drawled. She was thinking about the details laid before her and what she needed to find out to make things clearer.
"Can the 'samples' have other people's saliva or cum on it or does that negate the agreement as well?" asked Pansy.
"Saliva is fine, but mixed cum is complicated. If there's trace fluids from someone else, that is aslo fine. But more than a trace could negate the agreement for both. So if you help two people have better sex, assuming male and female, you want the bloke to cum outside of her for his sample and then you can collect from her. Both will have a trace of each other, but they won't be mixed," answered Hermione.
"OK. I think I understand," replied Pansy.
With that, Hermione took the apple from Pansy's hands, stood her up and then addressed the party. She let the Gryffindors at the party know that Pansy was available to play sexually for the rest of the evening. She warned them that Pansy had to agree to any game before it proceeded and she may have her own requests.
Some of the party-goers were eager to see what they could do to her while others were uninterested or waiting to see what tone was being set before they decided if they wanted to join in or not.
Of the eager group, the first to approach her was a group of three blokes from the seventh years. She didn't really know any of them beyond their faces, but she could tell they were hoping to put her in her place. Despite the fun she was having with Hermione, she wasn't overly submissive in nature so they were likely to be disappointed if they expected her to roll over willingly.
Their requests were slightly less deviant than she had assumed. They did have hopes of fucking her together, but easily settled on different options. One was content to spank her and stroke himself against her reddened cheeks to completion. Another was ecstatic that she would allow him to rub his cock between her breasts. The third was hell-bent on smacking her face with his sausage. She finally relented to allowing him to do it, but just once and she would jerk him off until completion after. But because none of these scenarios were her idea of a great time, she wouldn't agree to their requests until they promised to volunteer to tutor some Slytherins in the courses they excelled in for a set amount of time. Thus, she was on her way to collecting her first three samples while scoring some house unity to the benefit of her house.
While she most definitely did not enjoy being smacked in the face by a cock, she could think of at least three things off the top of her head that were far worse experiences. He seemed to really enjoy it if the speed at which he came was any indicator. But maybe any hand touching his willy other than his own was the real turn on. His "sample" landed on the side of her neck.
The titty-fucker straddled her abdomen and was pumping away between her squished together breasts while the spanker slapped at the sides of her ass while he was sliding his cock along the crack of her bottom. His hits were harder than Hermione's, but they were causing lovely vibrations that reached her clit. Plus, her arse was warming up nicely.
She was surprised to find that she was rather enjoying the sliding cock between her breasts. It wasn't turning her on per se, but he was holding her breasts gently enough and occasionally tweaking her nipples creating exquisite shocks through her body. Both came within a couple strokes of the other. One on the left tit, the other on her right cheek. She rubbed all three samples in a little before wiping them off of her.
Pansy's skirt, if you could call it that now, was the only piece of clothing she was still wearing. The skirt had shrunken even further, without getting tighter around her waist. It now was a glorified wide belt with short pleated material around the bottom edge that used to make up the majority of the skirt. It was so short that it didn't get in the way of her earlier spanking at all. Pansy picked up her bra and donned that, forgoing the jumper entirely.
Parvati Patil was the next to approach her. She wanted Pansy to lick her pussy and was disappointed when Pansy told her she couldn't do that. Pansy instead offered to instruct another girl if she could find someone. A minute later found Pansy pulling Parvati's legs apart and instructing a sweet looking blonde on how to make the black haired beauty twitch and moan. Before long, she flipped the sweet girl around and had her straddling Parvati's face.
"It's the best way to learn, really. Do what you think you'd like and see if she enjoys it," cooed Pansy into Parvati's ear.
Soon Parvati was a couple of fingers deep into the blonde's folds and trying to find her clit to drive her wild the same way the girl was driving her crazy. Pansy reached in and found it for her.
"Fuck, Parvati. Yesssss!" cried the girl.
"Lick her there Parvati, she'll love it!" smirked Pansy.
Parvati tentatively swiped her tongue where Pansy's finger was just a moment ago and the girl cooed. Pansy moved down to assist the girl's attempt at pushing Parvati over the end. She pulled the girl's fingers out of Parvati's snatch and inserted her own, changing the angle to just the right angle.
Parvati moaned into the crotch of the girl above her as she felt Pansy rubbing her front wall. A few moments later she was screaming as her orgasm overtook her and she gushed onto Pansy's hand. Pansy wiped the fluid on her thigh before moving to help the blonde finish up.
Parvati basically gave up trying to please the girl after being pleasured herself, so Pansy went to work on the girl full force, but kept Parvati trapped under the girl as a lesson. It took a couple of minutes before she got the blonde to cum, but she was all flushed, breathy and so very thankful when it finally happened. It made Pansy wonder if the girl ever orgasmed before. Either way, she was halfway through her assignment and she had two more favors that would work out to the benefit of her housemates.
Another set of girls came up to her then and asked if she should show them how to use some toys on each other. She readily agreed after they agreed to her request to invite a few Slytherins to lunch on the next Hogsmeade visit.
Pansy quickly found a couple of phallic shaped toys and introduced them to her two new students. She showed them how the toys could be transfigured to different sizes and the spell she knew to make them vibrate. As the two were playing with the toys to see what they liked best, Pansy told them they could join the two toys together to make one long toy with two heads so they could screw each other using the same toy. They enjoyed that idea and wanted a demonstration. Pansy spelled the toys together and then positioned the girls on their knees, bums inches apart and slid the toy into one before lining up the other girl and pulling her hips back onto the toy.
After a few minutes of the girls playing around with the double headed dong, she told them the toys could be separated and reattached in a different configuration so that one of them could be worked on by both toys. She stole that idea from Hermione's toy from the previous night. The brunette with straight hair seemed intrigued so Pansy separated the toys, swung the girl around and started to stretch her anally. The girl moaned loudly at Pansy's ministrations. She was getting so worked up she decided to distract herself by licking and fucking her friend with the toy still in her pussy. Both girls were moaning and drawing a lot of attention to themselves.
Pansy slapped the one she was working on the arse. "I need the other toy!"
"Jeanine, I have to take this toy. Sorry love!" the brunette stated as she handed the toy back to. She then dived into Jeanine's muff and slurped and pumped away at her quim to Jeanine's pleasure.
Pansy joined the two toys and inserted them into the brunette's quim and bum. The girl stopped pleasuring Jeanine and just breathed, "Fuuuaaaahhhh!" as Pansy continued to push the toys into her holes. After she bottomed out, she started to fuck the girl with the joined toys. Jeanine just slithered down her friend's body and was holding her as Pansy worked her doubled-penetration dildo magic on the girl. It wasn't long before the girl was incoherently squealing her orgasm and squirting juices onto her friend below her.
"Pipper, you'll have to try that on me later!" said Jeanine as her friend nodded mutely at her, having lost her ability to speak after that whopper of an orgasm. She shuddered hard when Pansy pulled the toys out of her, collapsing on top of Jeanine.
Pansy kindly rolled Pipper off of her friend and then shoved one of the dildos into Jeanine. The girl was stunned because she wasn't expecting that turn of events, but the toy easily slid home. Between being played with earlier and watching her friend experience the biggest orgasm of her life, Jeanine was sopping wet. It only took a minute or two of Pansy pumping the toy in and out, strumming her clit and sucking on a nipple hard before Jeanine was cumming all over the toy. Seven down, three to go!
Next Fay Dunbar came over with a blond guy from seventh year. Fay wanted to be double penetrated, much like Jeanine, except she wanted to be between two bodies. Before Pansy can agree, she had to consult Hermione. She wanted to know if there was a way for her to do it hands free. Hermione told her about strap-ons and how they work, transfiguring one of the toys to include a harness. She then helps Pansy into the harness and cinched her in.
Both Fay and the bloke, named Liam, turn out to be a bit shy and opt to pull Pansy behind a screen on one side of the room. Liam wants to try anal, so Pansy settles on the couch with her faux cock sticking out obscenely. Fay looks at it greedily before she straddles Pansy's lap and impaled herself on it. She starts grinding on it before Liam has a chance to get into the game. He slowed Fay down in order to lube her backdoor enough to try to slide in. It was slow going, even with the experience Fay had. Once he was finally seated fully, Fay groaned with the fullness of the two large cocks. Liam started moving, pulling Fay with him. When he sunk back into her, he pushed her onto Pansy's fake dong and Fay groaned with pleasure.
Pansy just leaned back against the back of the couch, letting Liam do the lion's share of the work as she watched Fay's eyes roll back into her head. Pansy can tell it won't take much longer. Both of them were obviously enjoying the experience. She ran her nails up and down both torsos and elicited shivers of pleasure. Liam grabbed Fay around her throat, arching her back towards him as he picked up speed pounding into her. Fay's face showed total bliss as Liam looked over her shoulder and stared sultrily at Pansy. That look would have ruined her knickers if she had any on! She leaned forward to lap at Fay's nipple as she looked at Liam through her eyelashes. She trailed her lips up Fay's body to her neck and licked at the digits softly surrounding the girl's neck before striking like a snake, pulling Liam forward into a lip smashing kiss, sandwiching Fay between two hot and very solid bodies.
Fay hugged Pansy as she fell off the edge of her cliff. Liam let go of Fay's neck in order to grab Pansy's face with both of his hands as he deepened their kiss. He pulled away from her to pull out of Fay's bum, spurting his juices on Fay's back and leaning forward to rest his forehead against Pansy's. She happily collected both of their juices and spread them across different parts of her body. She didn't cum herself, but she thoroughly enjoyed it. She thought she may even try to have another go with these two after hols.
A couple of others approached her after Fay and Liam, but none of the scenarios were all that appealing to her. Her lack of interest might have been that those two were hard to follow, but she only needed one more to get her reward, so she wanted it to be something a bit more intriguing than the standard fare. After a few minutes of idle chatter with a few different Gryffindors, Liam approached Pansy again and wanted to introduce her to his friend Jacob.
Less than a minute in, Liam used a super flimsy excuse to leave the two alone. Despite not really knowing him, Pansy felt like she would like Liam and therefore wanted to please him in order to endear him to her. Before Liam had introduced the two, he very clumsily suggested she could help Jacob, intriguing her enough to stick around for a few minutes to see if there would be an interesting proposal. It didn't take her long to notice that Jacob, while rather amicable, was not affected by her subtle suggestions or comments at all. He was either really dense socially or he wasn't interested. That in itself made Pansy want to try harder. She wasn't quite aware of this, but indifference towards her irked her to no end. She was used to people having noticeable reactions to her, so when there was a lack of reaction, she automatically pushed to get one – good or bad.
Since subtly had miss the mark, she decided to use an often overlooked approach for Slytherins – directness.
"Jacob, is there any new experience that I can help you with this evening? It's what I'm here for, after all," asked Pansy as she leaned towards him, thrusting her breasts forward to punctuate her meaning.
Jacob sputtered momentarily before replying. At least she got some sort of reaction!
"Pansy, you're a surprisingly pleasant person to talk to, but… uh… Well, you see, you're… uh… you're not my type," stammered Jacob.
"Not your type... What, the wrong hair color or something?" responded Pansy saucily. Type is a bollocks excuse, she thought. Types rarely matter when you have an opportunity for a one-off. At least, that's the trend in her experience.
Jacob blushed before replying, "Yeah, something like that."
And then it clicked in place for Pansy.
"Or do I not have the right kind of equipment?" inquired Pansy.
Jacob flushed even darker. There's a winner!
"Have you ever been with a bloke?" asked Pansy softly.
"That doesn't mean I'm not!" whispered Jacob furiously.
Pansy put her hands up to try to sooth him. "I wasn't saying that. If you're curious about how it all works… logistically, that is… I can help with some of that."
"How can a bird help a bent bloke?" demanded Jacob.
"I've known more than a couple of purebloods that can't afford to express their true sexuality due to their familial heir requirements. I've actually practiced pegging incase my future husband has that particular proclivity. Honestly, I've found the experiences enjoyable," finished Pansy.
"Pegging?" asked Jacob.
"A woman fucking a man anally. I've used a toy before, but now I have what Hermione called a 'strap-on.' It's fake willy with a harness. Quite interesting really," explained Pansy. She saw his confusion clear up and turn to interest.
"Would you like to try that with me? If nothing else, you'll get an idea of whether you like bottoming," reasoned Pansy.
Jacob nodded shyly and Pansy pulled him behind the screen. Before long she had Jacob stretched and he was practically purring. She slid her toy into slowly, allowing him time to adjust to the pressure. After a few moments, she bottomed out and thought again to let him adjust before she started pumping in and out. Jacob didn't give her the chance though. He pulled away from her and then pushed right back into her. If he was eager to be fucked, she would oblige. She grabbed his hips and started to piston in and out of his bum. It took her a couple of adjustments to finally find his prostate, but once she hit it, she zeroed in and continued to assault it with a fury.
A stream of cursed fell out of Jacob's mouth as he took every inch. It was only about a minute before he fell over the cliff to oblivion. It was so intense for him that he almost passed out. Pansy helped settle him comfortably before collecting her last sample.
Pansy loved the strap-on so far. It might be her new favorite toy! There was still a learning curve she was experiencing, like the correct angles and needing the stamina for the hip thrusting, but it freed up her hands and it rubbed against her vulva nicely. She thought she might be able to transfigure something better to stimulate her while she's fucking someone else. She was excited to try it out again.
Hermione came around the end of the screen, interrupting Pansy's thoughts on how to improve the strap-on for herself. "Come, Pansy. Time for your reward."
Hermione led Pansy out into the main room and Pansy took notice that there were very few people left. It made her wonder how late it was getting.
"Don't worry, you still have plenty of time before curfew," remarked Hermione.
She walked over to the corner where Seamus, Ginny and Neville were lounging on a couple of sofas. Hermione joined them and indicated Pansy should sit on the nearest plush chair. Pansy sat down primly, ignoring the fact it looked odd on her while wearing only a see through bra and mini skirt that showed off everything. Hermione smiled at her cheek. She was sure the Slytherin knew the sight was comical and played it for effect.
"Pansy, as reward for completing your assignment, you get to come as many times as you'd like and can achieve before curfew, any way you'd like. Seamus and Ginny are keen to help you with that, if you're inclined," added Hermione.
Ginny gave a slight snort, which Hermione cocked an eyebrow to and stated, "Ginny, you're not required to do anything. You said it sounded interesting. If you'd rather not, you're free to leave."
Ginny flushed lightly and said, "Sorry, I don't know why I did that. I think it's just habit. I'm still interested… if I haven't offended Pansy, of course." Pansy thought the last bit sounded more like a dare than an appeasement, but she was too interested to really care, so she just nodded her approval.
"As I was saying, Ginny and Seamus have offered to help, Pansy, but you are free to choose whomever strikes your fancy and is willing. That includes Neville and myself," finished Hermione.
"Thank you Mistress," Pansy dipped her head graciously. It's not hard to be cordial when you hear lovely news like that. Hermione was giving her free reign, she wasn't about to bite the hand that feed her. "I'm interested to hear in what ways Seamus and Ginny are willing to help," Pansy replied.
"We will leave you to it then," Hermione stated as she stood up, grabbed Neville's hand and walked away.
After the two cleared hearing range, Pansy turned back to the two remaining and leaned back into her chair and threw a leg over one of the arms. She trailed a finger up to her breast to tweak, circle and tweak it again before trailing it down to between her thighs. As she started to caress the inside of one thigh, she smiled devilishly as she noticed Seamus' eyes widen allowing her to see his pupils dilating. Ginny's reaction was more subtle, but her jaw slackened and it appeared her breathe rate increased a bit.
"What did you two have in mind?" cooed Pansy, slipping her fingers into her quim.
"But… as this is about me this time… before I'll entertain anything you say, I think it's only fair to see you masturbate yourselves a bit… since you've seen me," proposed Pansy lazily.
Seamus didn't appear to even debate it before he shucked his trousers and grabbed his cock to stroke lazily. Ginny, on the other hand, seemed to be conflicted. That was what Pansy had anticipated. She didn't think the ginger was necessarily prudish. She actually seemed quite adventurous, if it suited her. Pansy was sure it had to do with being exposed to her and supposed Ginny disliked relinquishing control. Finally she nodded slightly and wiggled out of her trousers and knickers. As she started to stroke herself, Pansy's eyes started to flutter from her first orgasm. It was a smaller one, but sweet none-the-less. As she pried her eyes back open, she noticed Ginny really getting into playing with herself. Pansy has a spectacular view.
"Seamus, stop wanking and help Ginny out of her jumper," ordered Pansy. Seamus obeyed immediately. Ginny helped him quickly and once her hand cleared the sleeve, her fingers were right back in her snatch, strumming away. Her face was all flushed and she was biting her bottom lip. Pansy leaned into her, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking hard as she pulled Ginny's hand away.
Ginny groaned in frustration. "What are you doing? I was about to cum!" she huffed angrily.
"I know. We didn't agree to your sexual releases yet. I think we have a bit to discuss before then. This is my reward after all. Not yours," stated Pansy.
It was obvious Ginny was trying to maintain any amount of patience. She angrily drew in breath and raggedly let it out, then shook her head and let her body relax into the couch.
"I didn't agree to this!" bit out Ginny.
"All the more reason to make this quick, don't you agree?" asked Pansy, overly sweet.
"Fine," remarked Ginny. Pansy what hoping that working up the redhead would translate into fiery, passionate, angry sex. Sometimes it was the best kind of sex.
It only took a couple of minutes to determine the basic plan of sex. Mostly, they haggled a bit over what one or two wanted to do but another was adamantly against. Or rather, attempts were made to see if the naysayer could be enticed to concede. It worked on more than one instance. After they figured out what was out of bounds, they left the rest open as possibilities.
The sofa was transfigured into a bed and Ginny suddenly found herself on her back with Pansy crawling up her body with a hungry look on her face. She stopped every couple of inches and nibbled or bit at the skin. Ginny rose up on her elbows to get a better view of Pansy feasting on her pale skin. Pansy reached her breasts and worshipped them aggressively, pinching and sucking at them roughly. Ginny loved her breasts being played with, and the rougher, the better, so she was in heaven!
Pansy grabbed her behind her neck and pulled her even closer. Ginny was just starting to wonder if the dark haired girl was going to kiss her when she lunged forward and fastened herself on Ginny's neck. Before Ginny started to worry about love bites, Pansy moved up and started lathering up her ear, simultaneously tickling and arousing her further.
Next thing Ginny knew, Seamus' cock was next to her and Pansy's faces. Pansy unlatched from Ginny's ear and maneuvered his cock in between her and Ginny. She gave it a few licks before pushing it towards Ginny. They started to make it a contest of who could out lick or suck the other. On one of Ginny's turns, Pansy crawled off of her and spun around quickly, positioning her quim right over Ginny's face and in front of Seamus' cock.
"Fuck my Seamus. Now!" commanded Pansy.
He willingly obliged. Ginny was about to complain about being trapped under the pair when she felt Pansy's fingers starting to explore her folds. Quickly, everyone was moaning. Ginny had been so aroused from the nipple play and ear sucking that it only took a couple of moments of Pansy's pistoning fingers before she came hard. She repaid the favor by rubbing Pansy's clit that was hovering over her face. Pansy screamed out her own orgasm a couple of seconds later, with Seamus pulling out and unloading his cum along Pansy's lower back.
Pansy lowered her snatch onto Ginny's face, giving the ginger girl no real option other than to lick her pussy. Once Ginny acquiesced, she felt Pansy pull her legs apart and licked her from clit to bum. Ginny watched as best as she could while Seamus started fingering and stretching Pansy's arse. She seemed to really enjoy it as she was moaning very wantonly into Ginny's pussy. It didn't take long with the fingers, tongue and vibrations to make Ginny cum again. Pansy just kept playing with her and as she was about to crest again, she felt a finger push lightly against her backdoor and she saw stars! It took several minutes before she came down.
She came to when Pansy pushed back to a higher kneeling position so Seamus could start sliding his cock into her bum. Ginny was in a daze at the show going on right above her face. She was not particularly interested in having anal sex, but it was definitely interesting to watch so far. Once Seamus was completely seated, Pansy made him be still by pushing him enough to almost sit up and waved Ginny out from under them.
Pansy manipulated Ginny around so she was on all fours, facing away from the joined couple. There was an odd sensation in her rectum and a cool, but fresh feeling at her backdoor. Before she could ask what spell was casted and by whom, she was surprised by wetness in her bum crack. A moment later, it was accompanied with a slight push. Ginny looked over her shoulder to see the top of Pansy's head next to her bum and Seamus thrusting into and out of Pansy. He looked like he was in heaven.
Pansy must have found it enjoyable as well, given the moan she released against Ginny's sphincter. And my! What a sensation that created!
Pansy pulled Ginny's cheeks apart so she could lick deeper, pushing incessantly against the bud. It was too tight to allow her access, but between Pansy's tongue and moans against the nerves, Ginny was getting worked up. Ginny leaned down on her chest to free up her hands. One went to her clit, the other to one of her cheeks to help keep them apart. This freed up one of Pansy's hands, which found its way to Ginny's quim. She pushed two fingers in without any warning, making Ginny squawk. There was more than enough natural lube to slide all the way in though.
Behind them, Seamus was working hard at hitting all the right angles to make it awesome for Pansy, but between the sight before him and the feel of Pansy's bum around his cock, he knew it would be only a matter of moments before he was done. It only took about two more strokes to make Pansy scream her orgasm onto Ginny's low back and gush her first load onto the bed below them. Another three thrusts and she came again, just as loud and wet. Another two or three strokes caused her last orgasm, almost silently as she seemed to lose all ability to do anything other gush and collapse. As she slid off his cock, Seamus found his own intensely fatiguing release.
That left Ginny by herself to finish herself off, which wasn't hard after Pansy's attention and the strange erotic effect of having someone orgasming right against you. It only took a few strokes against her clit before she joined them in orgasmic bliss.
The three lied in a haphazard pile of limbs and torsos for a few minutes before Hermione and Neville approached the bed. Both were flushed and mussed.
"It's almost curfew. We're cutting it close. You'll need to dress quickly Pansy, if you want to make it down to the Slytherin dorms in time. It would be ill advised to get detention during the week you're bound to me," warned Hermione, loosening the ribbon around her neck and pocketing it.
Pansy dragged herself off the bed, grabbed her wand and accioed her missing clothes. She threw her robe on and stuffed the jumper in her pocket. She leaned over Ginny and kissed her hard and deeply before silently getting up and exiting the room, leaving everyone stunned behind her.
~~*HGPP*~~
A/N: I was really trying to get this chapter to you sooner than I did. I will try to do better in the future.
Hope you enjoy and I would love to hear what you think of this story so far.
