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Chapter 3
Hermione was on edge; Pansy had barely touched her and she was ready to explode. She sensed the other witch realized the effect she had on her. Maybe it was years of torment manifested into pleasure. The build up was intense.
Pansy stood, backing away from the shaking women. "Do you want to touch me?" She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Her skin was impeccable; pale enough to resemble the finest porcelain, but healthy and smooth. She did want to touch it.
Her skirt was discarded next. She stood in front of Hermione in only her undergarments. Of course they matched; red and lacy. She looked like she had walked straight out of a Victoria Secrets catalog. Hermione couldn't stop staring.
"Don't look so scared." Pansy whispered, "You can control the pace." She took Hermione's hand and placed it on her breast. "Just do whatever feels good."
Hermione squeezed it. It felt good. She put her free hand on her own breast and squeezed it too. They felt different. Pansy's were soft and creamy; hers were harder and a lot smaller. She removed the hand from her breast and placed it on Pansy's other.
"Want to taste them?" Pansy removed her bra revealing perk nipples that were a light shade of pink. They looked nothing like her own brown ones. She took one into her mouth. It harden under her administration. "Yes, that's it. You're doing so good." Pansy moaned. Before Hermione realized what had happened, she was on top of the witch, lapping away at her chest.
The moment seemed to consume her. She dared herself to touch the heat between the Slytherin's legs. She needed to know what it felt like. Her hand slipped between the lace panty and skin. Smooth, freshly shaven lips met her shaking fingers; she was so wet. Hermione pushed her folds aside and circled her entrance.
"Not yet," Pansy squealed. "I want you to eat my cunt. I want to feel your tongue down there."
Hermione hesitated. She didn't know how to- she'd never- "Just imagine that the roles are reversed. Do to me, what you want done to you." Yes, she could do that.
She inched down until she came faced to face with Pansy's clothed pussy. Hermione loved when guys licked her through her undies; the scratching of the fabric felt so good. She lapped at it, applying just enough pressure to send goosebumps down Pansy's spine.
"Yes. Yes, that feels good." Pansy's breaths were coming in short.
Hermione reached for the waistband and pulled it down. She slid the offensive material off and resumed her position. She started at it for awhile; thins, short lips. Her own were plump and longer. She pushed them apart and sharply inhaled. A sea of pink flesh met her eyes. It looked like a beautiful maze.
She started at the nub and follow each curb and indent, until she reached the tunnel. She pried the wall apart. She wanted a better look inside. Pansy winced.
"Sorry." Hermione's face grew red; she started to back away.
Pansy locked her legs behind Hermione's head, "Don't be. You've never seen one before. It's okay to be curious. I don't mind if you explore," she sat up and kissed her on the lips, "just do it with your mouth."
Hermione leaned into the kiss. That was how she always wanted to be; brave and confident. She wanted to be able to tell all her lovers exactly what she wanted, instead of just laying there and taking whatever they gave her. Maybe Pansy could teach her, "I don't know how to- Can you walk me through it?"
Pansy parted her labia, "Inside here is very sensitive. You have to start slow. Give it a good long lick."
Hermione bent back down and lapped her tongue against the pink maze.
"Very good, Granger." Pansy rubbed her nub, "I bet you know how good it feels to be sucked here, but don't you hate it when guys just jump straight to it? We girls know that you need to work up to that part."
Hermione nodded. It was true. Too many boys had tried too hard to get her off by attacking her there. It's was never pleasant. She continued to lap Pansy's cunt.
"Oh, so fucking good." Pansy's hands were in her hair, pulling her closer. Feeling braver, Hermione sucked in a lip, then moved to the other. She must have been doing something right. The other witch was on her back again, squeezing her own nipples.
Now was the right moment. She put her mouth over the engorged nub and sucked on it lightly. Pansy gasped, squeezing her legs shut. Hermione was trapped. She couldn't breathe.
Suddenly Pansy's legs flew apart, as if they were being pried apart by invisible ropes. Hermione gasped for air. She wanted to slap the crazy bitch for trying to kill her, but then she saw it. Pansy Parkinson, wriggling in pleasure below her. So close to the edge, just barely hanging on.
"Fuck you Loony." Parkinson screamed. Let go of my legs.
Luna smiled, "She can't get you off, if you kill her." She looked at Hermione, "I think she wants to try this." She threw Hermione's favorite dldo across the room. It landed next the brunette.
Hermione smiled. Yes it was time to see if Pansy could handle some muggle magic. Hermione turned it on and pushed it against Pansy's clit. Slowly she dragged it down her center stooping at her wet entrance, "Ready?"
"For what- Oh Gods" she screamed as Hermione pushed it inside her. Fuck. It was so big. So hard. So good. "Fuck, fuck. God, fuck me Granger!"
Hermione pumped it steadily. Shit, Pansy looked amazing. She was covered in sweat, begging her for release. She pushed deeper, pumped faster.
"Yes, yes. Oh Merlin, I'm – Ahhhhh." Spasms erupted from her. Cream leaked out from between Tricky and the cunt that had the grip of life on him.
Hermione smiled, "My turn."