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Chapter 1
Summer was going great for Hermione Granger, for the most part. While it was true that her mom and dad were arguing much more than normal, she was left to do her own thing. A few weeks ago, she had started to feel lonely and gave her best friend, Harry Potter a call. Talking to his horrid relatives was annoying, but she ended up getting to talk to him. She was able to convince him to come over for a visit. A visit turned into an overnight stay, and that turned into an extended stay.
It was so much fun showing Harry around her neighborhood, and showing him the places she enjoyed while growing up. She quickly found out that what Harry enjoyed most was her swimming pool. Perhaps it was because growing up he never got to go swimming. It was more likely because she wore a bikini while they swam, she thought amusedly. Hermione didn't think that she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but she knew that she was pretty in her own way. She did think that she had a nice body though. At fifteen her curves were really starting to take shape. Her skin was buttery soft and silky smooth, and she had nice shapely legs. She was grateful that she was never an active kid growing up. She didn't play sports, roughhouse on the streets, or climb trees. Because of that, she didn't have any scars or blemishes ruining her milky pale skin. Her breasts, while still on the small side, were perky and at least a handful. Her only complaint was her hair. It was so hard to tame this wild mess! Luckily she was able to find a brand of magical shampoo and conditioner that helped quite a bit.
Hermione was lying on her pool chair on the side of her family's heated pool. In England, if you wanted a pool, getting a heated one was a must. She was reading a book that she found fascinating while wearing her favorite purple two-piece bikini. She felt Harry's eyes on her and she smirked. Normally she wasn't one to be so bold and flirty, but she was really bored this summer. Her parents didn't take her on a holiday like every other summer. In fact, they barely paid any attention to her. She knew that they weren't doing it on purpose. Their marriage wasn't doing too well, and they had other things on their minds.
Hermione sexily crossed her legs as she flipped a page. She looked at Harry, and he quickly looked away pretending that he wasn't staring. She wanted to giggle but refrained. She didn't want to embarrass him. He was already skittish enough. She checked him out instead. Her best friend was a good looking guy. When he arrived on her doorstep she was surprised to see that he had grown over six inches in around a month! While he wasn't muscular, he was fit and sturdy and had broad shoulders and a flat belly. Thinking about it made her flush! She couldn't help it! She was hormonal!
Later that night, Hermione was thinking about some stuff. Her upcoming school year was probably the most important for her and everyone else in Hogwarts. It was their OWL year. Bad grades on those tests could ruin a person's chances of getting a good job in the wizarding world. She had talked to some older girls about their fifth years. They had all said the same things. It was going to be incredibly stressful. She wasn't going to have time to relax or have fun or go on any of their normal wild adventures. She was going to have to buckle down and study hard. All of them were. One of the girls told her a little extra that the others hadn't. The seventh-year told Hermione that she should find a willing partner to take to bed often enough during the year. With a red face, Hermione asked why. The girl told her that while her friends were always stressed out and on the verge of tears, she wasn't. It was because she had had a steady boyfriend at the time, and when things became too much they would take it to the bedroom. She explained to Hermione that sex was a fantastic way to relieve stress, have a little fun, and get a good night's sleep. Hermione didn't exactly believe her at the time, but she did now. Hermione had talked to her mother about it. Her mom confirmed that sex was a great way to relax ... if she had the right partner of course. That led Hermione to where she was today. She was lying in bed thinking about Harry fucking her silly. She wouldn't have time to find a boyfriend this year, and she didn't want anything getting in the way of her future employment. Harry was the obvious choice. Now she needed to get her mom.
An hour later, Hermione and her mom were sneaking into Harry's bedroom. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Emma Granger whispered to her daughter. Hermione uncorked a vile of potion that she had just made and tossed it into Harry's room before quickly closing the door.
"Sorry, mum, but like you always say, 'It's best to know your partner is clean and that there aren't any surprises' ." Hermione checked her watch and waited for the thirty seconds to pass. Once the time was up, she opened the door and crept in. "Harry?" she whispered. "Harry!" she called out louder. Hermione walked up to him and shook his shoulder. He remained asleep. Nodding to herself she called her mom in.
"Harry should be out like a light for at least an hour. Nothing will wake him up." The potion she made evaporated quickly and made the air in the room into a powerful, but short-lived, sleeping potion. Thankfully it didn't last long and evaporated quickly enough that she wasn't worried about dosing herself by accident. "Okay, mum. You're the doctor here. Give him a check-up."
Hermione wanted her mom to check Harry for any sexually transmitted diseases, or anything else that might harm her if she were to have unprotected sex with him. She was already on the potion so condoms were unnecessary. She just wanted to make sure that she didn't catch any muggle diseases. She was almost completely sure that Harry was a virgin like her, but you never knew. Emma walked up to her friend and began the examination.
Harry was lying down under a sheet without a shirt on. Pulling the sheet back revealed that he was only wearing boxers. That didn't surprise either of them. It was a warm night, and one could easily overheat if not careful. Hermione would likely sleep in only her panties tonight for the same reason. Emma steeled her nerves and slid down his boxers. Both women's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when they got their first peek at the monster hiding underneath the fabric. To put it simply, Harry was hung like a prized Hippogryph! Hermione's mouth grew dry at the sight of this beast. It was still soft but at least six inches long. She had no idea how long it would be when erect! It was thick as well. It looked like her hand wouldn't fit around it! She blushed furiously at the sight of the first real-life penis that she had ever seen.
Emma wasn't doing any better. She was not having a good summer. She and her husband were nearing divorce. The only reason that they hadn't was because of their daughter. Hermione was smart enough to know this. She always liked to treat her daughter as an adult, so she told her the complete truth when she had come home from school. Her father was a serial cheater. The man couldn't go a day without trying to stick his cock somewhere! Obviously, she was exaggerating a bit, but the facts remained true. Her husband was unfaithful and likely had been for a long time. Needless to say, it had hurt her badly. It pissed her off even more! Since she had found out about his rampant infidelity, she had wanted nothing more than to get back at him. Now she was here looking at the largest cock she had ever seen! Her face reddened as she looked it over.
Heart hammering in her chest, she grabbed his cock and lifted it up. It was so thick that her fingers barely touched. They wouldn't even come close to touching if he was hard, she thought! She examined his cock closely. It looked perfect! Long, thick, and veiny with unblemished skin. He looked nice and clean. Her pussy fluttered as she smelled the musky scent of manhood. Her other hand cupped his testicles gently. They were huge! She could barely hold them! Even when she did, they were already spilling out over the side of her hand! They looked just as good as his cock. She squeezed them a bit and massaged them with her thumb. Harry moaned a bit in his sleep causing her to blush. Unable to help herself, she gave his cock a couple of strokes.
"Mum!" her daughter whispered harshly. Emma looked at her embarrassed.
"Sorry, honey. I need to examine him while he's hard," she said, making up an excuse for her fondling. Her hand worked his ballsack while she began stroking him harder and harder.
Emma bit her lip as her pussy moistened and her nipples grew hard. She hoped her daughter wouldn't notice. All she was wearing was a silk nightgown that ended mid-thigh and a pair of skimpy panties. She knew the silky material wasn't hiding her hardened nubs, but she hoped that her panties were hiding the smell of her arousal. Emma hadn't felt so sexual in a very long time. It was true that she was getting old, but she thought that she still looked sexy enough. She did on occasion turn the heads of a few young men. She looked very similar to her daughter, or rather her daughter looked like her. She was thin and had a toned body from regular exercise. She had a lovely face with a strong jawline and big brown eyes. Her breasts were still perky and looked great in a dress. Her C-cups were large enough to draw plenty of attention from the opposite sex.
Harry's cock quickly grew hard and both girls watched with bated breath as Emma's hand quickened the pace. Their eyes were wide as the cock in her hand grew longer and longer with every stroke. Finally reached full mast, they stopped to gander at the fleshy monstrosity.
"It's so long," Hermione whispered in awe. Her mother silently nodded in agreement. Snapping out of it, she turned to Hermione.
"Honey, go get that tape measure out of the sewing kit. I need to take measurements," she said, still holding on to his cock. What she needed measurements for, she didn't know. She was only a dentist. When her daughter ran out of the room, Emma quickly leaned over and sucked on the head. She moaned on his dick while her tongue was massaging the tip. She pulled it from her mouth just in time as her daughter came back into the room holding the measuring device. Without being obvious, she wiped the saliva from his cock.
She placed one end at the base and stretched it until she was able to accurately measure his manhood. "Twelve and a quarter inches!" she shrieked.
"Wow!" Hermione looked ecstatic. She couldn't wait to take that monster! Though she knew that there would be a learning curve since she was still a virgin.
Emma wrapped the measuring tape around his shaft. "The circumference is … eight inches!" She wouldn't believe it if she hadn't taken the measurements herself. She didn't realize that her hand had wrapped around him and that she was once again beating him off.
Both girls were in complete shock. How could Harry Potter be packing such a glorious fuckstick in his trousers?! The only sound was the rhythmic slapping of Emma's handjob. Without even realizing what was happening, they heard Harry moan and looked over at him. They watched as his balls pulsed and a geyser of cum erupted from the tip and hit Emma right in the face!
"EEK!" she squealed, taking another spoogy load right on her chest! Her hand was on autopilot, and she continued to jerk him as he covered her in his cum.
Hermione watched wide-eyed as Harry's cum slid down her mother's chest and disappeared into her cleavage. Finally, it seemed that Emma had milked him dry for the moment, and she removed her hand from his softening cock.
"Umm … well," was the only thing Emma could say. The two looked at each other and didn't say anything. They simply straightened up and went back to their bedrooms. They knew they'd have to talk it out in the morning, but each needed time to process what had occurred. Emma and Hermione both knew one thing though. Each knew that they wanted a piece of Harry Potter.
