LetoII
02-21-2017, 06:08 AM
JantaEmocio Part 1
Hermione sighed. Snape had called her up to the front class. That couldn’t be good.
“So, Miss Granger, I can see that once again the delicate complexity of this elixir has exceeded your inadequate capabilities. You had placed too much Antiago essence into this, so rather than a potion that increases flexibility, instead we have a … total … waste … of … time.“
Hermione thought that as things had been going recently, that really wasn’t too bad. Then she heard …
“5 points from Gryffindor.”
“What? Why?” Hermione responded, her blonde hair flying as quickly looked up.
“For wasting classroom time”, he shot back at her with a sneer on his face.
Snape could see the anger in that face of hers. He thought it would make a powerful potion of its own if there was a way to bottle it. Yes, if he could bottle the feeling in that pretty face … yes, truly quite a pretty face … and then a new thought passed through him.
“… or Miss Granger, you could have detention. PICK one …”
She didn’t give it a second thought because Gryffindor was already far behind on points. “Detention”, she flatly stated as she turned and walked back to her seat.
After class, several the other Gryffindor students came up to her, thanking her for taking one for the team. “It’s totally wrong”, Ginny told her. “He’s just so … so … wrong!”. At that exact moment, they heard the classroom door shut and they turned – to find Snape eyes drilling into the both of them. He stared for a moment, then “Miss Weasley, as long as I am ‘so, so, wrong …’, you can now add yourself to our little party. Be at my office. 6 pm Friday night. Sharp.” Snape walked away.
Tears began in Ginny’s eyes, and then it hit Hermione. “Oh Ginny, I am SO sorry!” Friday night was the first ever dance for Ginny. She had just turned 15 a few days ago and thus could now attend. As Ginny began crying her brother Ron came up to her and looked at Hermione.
“Maybe we could get her something that would make her real sick …”
Hermione just looked back at him. “So then she misses the dance because she’s in the hospital, AND she still has a detention? No, she and I will do the detention and show Professor Snape exactly what we are.“ Hermione wrapped her arm around Ginny. “And Snape’s not just ‘so, so’ wrong … it’s more that he’s a walking dick-head”.
Ron raised his eyebrows up at her. He had not known Hermione to have ever said something that rude – but at the same time Ginny gave a little smile and began calming down.
Friday night finally came. Hermione took Ginny’s hand and they headed off and made their way down to Snape’s office – then knocked.
“Enter” they heard, and they looked at each other, then walked in. Snape was sitting in an easy chair, and there were two more easy chairs right in front of him forming a small circle.
“Sit.”. It was not a request. They both started for the easy chairs.
“NOT there - at the desks.” Both girls now noticed the student desks, placed in a way that the two of them would be looking at each other. Each desk had a feather pen, an inkwell, and some parchment sheets.
Snape waved his hand and they could hear the door locks. First one, then two, then number three, and finally number four. Then he gave a short word - “silencio!” and the girls could almost feel the weight of the silencing spell. Snape looked at them. “Now we shall not be disturbed while you write your lines.”
Both Hermione and Ginny looked at the back of their hands, remembering the writing that Harry had to do once. Snape looked at them. “I am not barbaric. You will simply write lines, not create scars in those pretty little hands of yours. You are to write ‘I will do as Professor Snape says’.” Ginny picked up her pen, but Hermione raised her hand.
Snape looked directly at her. “Yes Miss Granger?”
“How many times, Professor?”
“As many as it takes. BEGIN.”
Both girls sat and began writing. As promised, no pain or writing on their hands appeared, but the more they wrote, the more peaceful they became, and then it hit them that this was more like a lark than a punishment. As they continued writing, Hermione heard a little giggle come from Ginny, and for some reason that made Hermione smile. Then she heard a small giggle from herself. After all, it WAS a bit funny, wasn’t it? Soon they were both tittering as they continued to write their lines.
Snape let them go on for a few more minutes, then mentioned “perhaps capitalized”. He watched and the moment he had said that both girls started writing using capital letters.
It was time. “Girls, come over and sit in the nice chairs now.”
They did so, both still snickering a bit at what was happening, as if they were a bit drunk. Snape walked over to Ginny and whispered in her ear. “Hermione is quite pretty, isn’t she.” Ginny looked up at Hermione, then gave a large smile. “Yes. Yes she is.”
Hermione looked over at Snape and Ginny, and giggled with a returning smile. “Am what?” she asked.
Snape looked at Hermione. “I was just saying how pretty Ginny is, don’t you think?”
Hermione didn’t just look at Ginny, she more … gazed … at her, then bit her bottom lip then looked at Snape, then back to Ginny.
“Actually… very pretty …”
“I can see the two of you excite each other, you find each other enticing … intoxicating …”
The two girls were now staring intently at each other.
Snape continued glancing between them. “Beautiful … exciting … you are thinking about how wonderful it would feel if you were touching each other … you can feel a burning desire running through your body …a desire to touch, to love … it is all that you need. And you will return to this spell state of mind when I give you the command ‘JantaEmocio’.
Both girls were very seriously looking each other up and down, as if they were attempting to memorize every feature of the other.
“Hermione, you should touch yourself … touch yourself as you think about how much you want to touch Ginny …”
Hermione’s eyes didn’t move an inch off of Ginny, but her hands slowly began sliding down her upper torso. While she was still fully dressed, Snape could almost feel the tension in Hermione’s hands as she slowly slipped them across her breasts, and down to the bottom of her skirt so she could pull it up enough that she could reach under it. But before she even touched herself, Snape interrupted again.
“You don’t need that skirt on ...”
Snape watched as Hermione wormed and squirmed in the chair, slipping her skirt down. Watching her movements was quite nice, and he could see that she had on a pair of tight little white hipster type panties. God what a fantastic body this young girl had!
Then Snape’s heart almost stopped as Ginny stood up! He had taken SO many precautions and all for nothing if this little 15-year-old had been able to somehow break his spell. His mind began racing for how he was going to fix all of this … but then he watched in amazement as Ginny began slipping her own skirt down.
His heart slowed. Of course, he had not been specific in his command. Then his heart started racing again – because Ginny, sweet, young, little 15-year-old Ginny, while being a few years younger than Hermione, she was also more of tease – and thus she was wearing, or almost wearing, a fantastically small, black lace, thong. Half the height of the hipster panties Hermione had on, and just as tight. It barely covered her tiny mons, and her long red hair slipping over and around it … very, VERY nice …
“In fact girls, you know that the excitement would be so much better if you removed your shirts and bras as well, leaving only your panties on …”
As that clothing also hit the floor to join with their skirts, he could feel his cock, raising up. GOD those young breasts where beautiful. Each fit perfect with their bodies. As he gazed at them his cock became hard – firm. He had known both of these girls were beautiful, but now that the clothing was off of them, seeing how the tiny panties so tightly clung to each them … he had a new awareness of that beauty. Then added the fact that one had just turned 17 last month, and the other was only 15 years of age … he could feel the first drop of his pre-cum form.
Hermione still had the last command in her head, so her hands were sliding up her leg until she cupped her pussy. The two girls were still locked into each others eyes, their desire for each other fully showing.
Hermione tossed her head back and gave a small moan. She had her hands up tight against her body, but Snape knew where her fingers had now gone. Then Hermione’s tongue licked across her lips as her gaze continued to be locked on Ginny. Snape leaned in close, whispering to Hermione.
“Ginny’s pussy is so beautiful, isn’t it. And you want it. You want to taste it. To fully enjoy it. To make her explode for you. To make her fully yours …”
Hermione’s eyes shifted downward, drilling right into Ginny’s pubic area, and she moaned again. Snape continued to push on her. “You NEED it, Hermione, NEED not only to feel her explosion, but to try and absorb it, to take all that she has, take and take and take until she has no more to give you.”
This time Hermione’s moan was twice a loud, twice as long. She was ready now, and Snape was glad that he had remembered to use his silencing spell on the room.
Snape shifted his position, whispering now to Ginny. “You want this so, so much. Want to feel Hermione’s tongue as it slips down and into your pussy, feel it as it slides deep inside you, as you let her be the lover you have always wanted … always needed …”
Ginny gave a long moan, looking down at Hermione’s face.
“And Ginny, you know that she will make you explode, again and again. Every time you are in this spell and I say the phrase ‘GennyNine’ or the phrase ‘BothNine’ you will feel the explosion about to happen. You will know that you are about to fall into a huge orgasm, that you are standing right at the very edge.”
Another moan, this one soft, came from the 15-year-old redhead.
“Then Ginny, whenever you are in this spell, and hear me say the phase ‘GennyTen’ or the phase ‘BothTen’, you will reach that peak. You will feel a hard, body enveloping orgasm. You will scream out at the raw power and passion of the experience, bask in the feeling of it, letting it run and run and run through you.”
Snape took a step back, glancing between the two girls. Dusty blonde Hermione sitting and looking sexy as hell in those tight white hipsters, red haired Ginny standing in front of her, wearing the hottest little black lace thong he had seen, and one that was barely covering her.
“Girls … feel the desire for one another flowing through you. The raw NEED for each other.
Snape looked at the two young girls. A dream about to come true. “Ginny, take a step forward and enjoy Hermione, your new lover …”
It seemed time slowed down.
Ginny took two steps forward, placing her pubic area directly in front of Hermione’s face.
Hermione leaned in, using her teeth to pull first one side of Ginny’s black lace tong down, then the other. She bit the lower part of lip as she looked up to take one more long, lingering look at Ginny.
Snape let his hand drop, as he began sliding it slowly up and down along his cock, right through his robes.
Then all three of them moaned as Hermione’s tongue finally slipped inside Ginny.
The moment Hermione’s tongue slipped in, a momentary ‘rush’ hit both girls, and each of them felt their nipples burst up, high and hard. Both had the same quick thought that THIS was what they were made for. THIS was the ultimate meeting of their long-awaited desire.
To Hermione, nothing could taste as good as the inside of Ginny’s sweet, SWEET pussy. NOTHING! Her hot tongue could not get enough of this taste! She found her hands sliding up behind Ginny’s ass, the long red hair slipping around her hands. She held Ginny’s ass tight – and pushed it into her – hard. She needed to go deeper into Ginny’s honeycomb. She needed ALL of it!
Ginny had only had sex one time, with Harry, and afterwards thought that she loved him. Now she knew that as foolish. It was NOTHING compared to this, NOTHING! She looked down and watched Hermione’s sexy blond head as it twisted and moved, with each movement bringing her more and more enjoyment as that fantastic tongue of hers slipped from place to place … GOD! INSIDE HER!
Snape’s cock was unbelievably hard. Multiple spots of pre-cum had now formed, making his robe slippery, which coupled with his movements was continually increasing his enjoyment of this private sex show. The sexy blonde Hermione and young redhead Ginny were in an almost constant state of moaning, their pleasure of each other obviously growing as they continued.
This surprised him a bit, as he had expected the moans to slow without some additional commands. Perhaps they had the REAL hots for each other, and that thought forced another large spot of pre-cum to be ejected from him. He had added the command steps to Ginny, but perhaps they were not needed as it looked like these two hot little sexpots were doing well on their own.
Then again, it was really HIS enjoyment that mattered - so waste not, want not. He closely watched Ginny as he said “GinnyNine”.
A yelp of “FUCK! … FUCK FUCK FUCK!” was pulled out of Ginny’s mouth – her body seemed on FIRE now. Hermione’s tongue was EVERYWHERE down inside her, and somehow she knew that each movement, each touch, was pulling her deeper and deeper towards some massive, enormous orgasm! Harry had been sweet, but not taken her to the point she needed. In fact, only twice had she been able to actually experience ‘cumming’ as her more rude girlfriends had called it, and each time only because she had finally succeeded in pulling it from her own body. But THIS! GOD!
Her hands dropped down to Hermione’s head and her fingers nestled into the long blond hair. She began using her grip to slightly pull, then push, Hermione back and forth, and with each successful pull/push maneuver, Ginny would give another loud moan.
Hermione understood, and pointed her tongue. Hard. Straight. Then let Ginny take control of her head. She didn’t know if Ginny understood exactly what was happening, but Hermione did, as Ginny, now having full control, was moaning louder and louder as she pulled and pushed Hermione, with Ginny now moving her own butt towards their merging with each push in. Ginny was using Hermione’s tongue to fuck herself, and Hermione loved knowing that, more so because she somehow knew that nothing was going to be better than tasting the explosion that was going to happen at the end of this.
Snape leaned back, watching they young redhead being FUCKED by Hermione’s tongue. He stood and stepped up to Ginny. “You like being fucked by Hermione like this. Tell her. Yell it out…”
“YES HERMIONE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT TONGUE!”
“You can see it,” Snape whispered to Ginny, “see your pleasure and hers as she fucks and fucks you – as you explode for her ….”
A long, low moan came from the redhead. Snape said one phase “… GinnyTen …”
Ginny’s body bucked, and she screamed out “YES HERMIONE! GOD YES! GOD!””
Ginny’s body was PAST fire now as she felt a gush of something push into her pussy and she slammed herself into Hermione, pushing Hermione’s head as hard as she could, wanting MORE and MORE of that fantastic tongue inside her. She screamed out “SO GOOD HERMIONE! SO! FUCKING! GOOD!”
Ginny’s body was rocking now – pulsating with her orgasm – and Hermione met it with equal force. Her tongue sliding into her sexy wetness, pulling all of it into her, every drop into her. Deeper and deeper she tried to go. She needed ALL of it.
Snape watched the young girl’s orgasmic experience. Ginny spent at least two full minutes twisting and turning, sometimes moaning, a couple of times screaming out “HERMIONE!”, her beautiful, fiery red hair being tossed about wildly.
It almost made Snape cum … almost. It was hot as hell. Ginny began slowing down, her long red hair slowing its flying movements. Hermione’s excitement didn’t seem reduced at all – she still had her tongue locked into Ginny’s pussy…
Snape slipped his hand over his cock again.
“GinnyNine”
Ginny’s moans immediately changed tempo once again. She attempted to grab onto Hermione’s head, to re-start the pull/push action, but Hermione would have none of that. In Hermione’s mind there was still more sweetness to find, more nooks and crannies inside this sweet little honeycomb! So she pulled that slight little ass of Ginny’s harder into her and held tightly onto it.
Snape knew that once he had them fully programmed and bound to him that could have the two of them building and cumming then building and cumming all night long – as HE rode the two of them … and with that thought he could feel his own orgasm building.
“GOD HERMIONE! PLEASE HERMIONE!” Ginny pleaded. Instead Snape responded to her request for help with his magic word, and he could not help yelling it out this time, “GINNYTEN”
Ginny’s voice changed from a loud please to an ear-breaking SCREAM of “FUCCCCKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSS”, as once again orgasmic bless slipped over Ginny, and Hermione’s tongue again began its search and ‘get it’ mission. This time Snape watched closely, rubbing his cock, and each time Ginny would start to slow down, he would say “GINNYTEN” again.
FUCK! He had Ginny come again and then again. 5 times, then 6, as he attempted to put the 15-year-old redhead into a continuous orgasmic state, screaming and moaning like some wild animal. GOD it was sexy as hell, and he felt his cock finally release, coating the inside of his robe. Only then did he let the two of them come down.
As he did so, he took the time to strengthen and reinforce his hold on them both, binding their desires towards each other, then masking it under easy to remember keywords from seven to ten. He then bound them to himself as he had to each other. Finally, he had to also tweak their awareness of what happened during this session, and well as add a general overall impression that he was not such a bad teacher. It was well after midnight before he was done.
He watched them closely as they placed their skirts back on and straightened out their blouses. Before he pulled the spellbinding from their outward awareness, he couldn’t help it, and shared a long, lingering kiss with each of them. It was damn good.
‘Yes’, he thought to himself, ‘this has been a very good start …’
Hermione sighed. Snape had called her up to the front class. That couldn’t be good.
“So, Miss Granger, I can see that once again the delicate complexity of this elixir has exceeded your inadequate capabilities. You had placed too much Antiago essence into this, so rather than a potion that increases flexibility, instead we have a … total … waste … of … time.“
Hermione thought that as things had been going recently, that really wasn’t too bad. Then she heard …
“5 points from Gryffindor.”
“What? Why?” Hermione responded, her blonde hair flying as quickly looked up.
“For wasting classroom time”, he shot back at her with a sneer on his face.
Snape could see the anger in that face of hers. He thought it would make a powerful potion of its own if there was a way to bottle it. Yes, if he could bottle the feeling in that pretty face … yes, truly quite a pretty face … and then a new thought passed through him.
“… or Miss Granger, you could have detention. PICK one …”
She didn’t give it a second thought because Gryffindor was already far behind on points. “Detention”, she flatly stated as she turned and walked back to her seat.
After class, several the other Gryffindor students came up to her, thanking her for taking one for the team. “It’s totally wrong”, Ginny told her. “He’s just so … so … wrong!”. At that exact moment, they heard the classroom door shut and they turned – to find Snape eyes drilling into the both of them. He stared for a moment, then “Miss Weasley, as long as I am ‘so, so, wrong …’, you can now add yourself to our little party. Be at my office. 6 pm Friday night. Sharp.” Snape walked away.
Tears began in Ginny’s eyes, and then it hit Hermione. “Oh Ginny, I am SO sorry!” Friday night was the first ever dance for Ginny. She had just turned 15 a few days ago and thus could now attend. As Ginny began crying her brother Ron came up to her and looked at Hermione.
“Maybe we could get her something that would make her real sick …”
Hermione just looked back at him. “So then she misses the dance because she’s in the hospital, AND she still has a detention? No, she and I will do the detention and show Professor Snape exactly what we are.“ Hermione wrapped her arm around Ginny. “And Snape’s not just ‘so, so’ wrong … it’s more that he’s a walking dick-head”.
Ron raised his eyebrows up at her. He had not known Hermione to have ever said something that rude – but at the same time Ginny gave a little smile and began calming down.
Friday night finally came. Hermione took Ginny’s hand and they headed off and made their way down to Snape’s office – then knocked.
“Enter” they heard, and they looked at each other, then walked in. Snape was sitting in an easy chair, and there were two more easy chairs right in front of him forming a small circle.
“Sit.”. It was not a request. They both started for the easy chairs.
“NOT there - at the desks.” Both girls now noticed the student desks, placed in a way that the two of them would be looking at each other. Each desk had a feather pen, an inkwell, and some parchment sheets.
Snape waved his hand and they could hear the door locks. First one, then two, then number three, and finally number four. Then he gave a short word - “silencio!” and the girls could almost feel the weight of the silencing spell. Snape looked at them. “Now we shall not be disturbed while you write your lines.”
Both Hermione and Ginny looked at the back of their hands, remembering the writing that Harry had to do once. Snape looked at them. “I am not barbaric. You will simply write lines, not create scars in those pretty little hands of yours. You are to write ‘I will do as Professor Snape says’.” Ginny picked up her pen, but Hermione raised her hand.
Snape looked directly at her. “Yes Miss Granger?”
“How many times, Professor?”
“As many as it takes. BEGIN.”
Both girls sat and began writing. As promised, no pain or writing on their hands appeared, but the more they wrote, the more peaceful they became, and then it hit them that this was more like a lark than a punishment. As they continued writing, Hermione heard a little giggle come from Ginny, and for some reason that made Hermione smile. Then she heard a small giggle from herself. After all, it WAS a bit funny, wasn’t it? Soon they were both tittering as they continued to write their lines.
Snape let them go on for a few more minutes, then mentioned “perhaps capitalized”. He watched and the moment he had said that both girls started writing using capital letters.
It was time. “Girls, come over and sit in the nice chairs now.”
They did so, both still snickering a bit at what was happening, as if they were a bit drunk. Snape walked over to Ginny and whispered in her ear. “Hermione is quite pretty, isn’t she.” Ginny looked up at Hermione, then gave a large smile. “Yes. Yes she is.”
Hermione looked over at Snape and Ginny, and giggled with a returning smile. “Am what?” she asked.
Snape looked at Hermione. “I was just saying how pretty Ginny is, don’t you think?”
Hermione didn’t just look at Ginny, she more … gazed … at her, then bit her bottom lip then looked at Snape, then back to Ginny.
“Actually… very pretty …”
“I can see the two of you excite each other, you find each other enticing … intoxicating …”
The two girls were now staring intently at each other.
Snape continued glancing between them. “Beautiful … exciting … you are thinking about how wonderful it would feel if you were touching each other … you can feel a burning desire running through your body …a desire to touch, to love … it is all that you need. And you will return to this spell state of mind when I give you the command ‘JantaEmocio’.
Both girls were very seriously looking each other up and down, as if they were attempting to memorize every feature of the other.
“Hermione, you should touch yourself … touch yourself as you think about how much you want to touch Ginny …”
Hermione’s eyes didn’t move an inch off of Ginny, but her hands slowly began sliding down her upper torso. While she was still fully dressed, Snape could almost feel the tension in Hermione’s hands as she slowly slipped them across her breasts, and down to the bottom of her skirt so she could pull it up enough that she could reach under it. But before she even touched herself, Snape interrupted again.
“You don’t need that skirt on ...”
Snape watched as Hermione wormed and squirmed in the chair, slipping her skirt down. Watching her movements was quite nice, and he could see that she had on a pair of tight little white hipster type panties. God what a fantastic body this young girl had!
Then Snape’s heart almost stopped as Ginny stood up! He had taken SO many precautions and all for nothing if this little 15-year-old had been able to somehow break his spell. His mind began racing for how he was going to fix all of this … but then he watched in amazement as Ginny began slipping her own skirt down.
His heart slowed. Of course, he had not been specific in his command. Then his heart started racing again – because Ginny, sweet, young, little 15-year-old Ginny, while being a few years younger than Hermione, she was also more of tease – and thus she was wearing, or almost wearing, a fantastically small, black lace, thong. Half the height of the hipster panties Hermione had on, and just as tight. It barely covered her tiny mons, and her long red hair slipping over and around it … very, VERY nice …
“In fact girls, you know that the excitement would be so much better if you removed your shirts and bras as well, leaving only your panties on …”
As that clothing also hit the floor to join with their skirts, he could feel his cock, raising up. GOD those young breasts where beautiful. Each fit perfect with their bodies. As he gazed at them his cock became hard – firm. He had known both of these girls were beautiful, but now that the clothing was off of them, seeing how the tiny panties so tightly clung to each them … he had a new awareness of that beauty. Then added the fact that one had just turned 17 last month, and the other was only 15 years of age … he could feel the first drop of his pre-cum form.
Hermione still had the last command in her head, so her hands were sliding up her leg until she cupped her pussy. The two girls were still locked into each others eyes, their desire for each other fully showing.
Hermione tossed her head back and gave a small moan. She had her hands up tight against her body, but Snape knew where her fingers had now gone. Then Hermione’s tongue licked across her lips as her gaze continued to be locked on Ginny. Snape leaned in close, whispering to Hermione.
“Ginny’s pussy is so beautiful, isn’t it. And you want it. You want to taste it. To fully enjoy it. To make her explode for you. To make her fully yours …”
Hermione’s eyes shifted downward, drilling right into Ginny’s pubic area, and she moaned again. Snape continued to push on her. “You NEED it, Hermione, NEED not only to feel her explosion, but to try and absorb it, to take all that she has, take and take and take until she has no more to give you.”
This time Hermione’s moan was twice a loud, twice as long. She was ready now, and Snape was glad that he had remembered to use his silencing spell on the room.
Snape shifted his position, whispering now to Ginny. “You want this so, so much. Want to feel Hermione’s tongue as it slips down and into your pussy, feel it as it slides deep inside you, as you let her be the lover you have always wanted … always needed …”
Ginny gave a long moan, looking down at Hermione’s face.
“And Ginny, you know that she will make you explode, again and again. Every time you are in this spell and I say the phrase ‘GennyNine’ or the phrase ‘BothNine’ you will feel the explosion about to happen. You will know that you are about to fall into a huge orgasm, that you are standing right at the very edge.”
Another moan, this one soft, came from the 15-year-old redhead.
“Then Ginny, whenever you are in this spell, and hear me say the phase ‘GennyTen’ or the phase ‘BothTen’, you will reach that peak. You will feel a hard, body enveloping orgasm. You will scream out at the raw power and passion of the experience, bask in the feeling of it, letting it run and run and run through you.”
Snape took a step back, glancing between the two girls. Dusty blonde Hermione sitting and looking sexy as hell in those tight white hipsters, red haired Ginny standing in front of her, wearing the hottest little black lace thong he had seen, and one that was barely covering her.
“Girls … feel the desire for one another flowing through you. The raw NEED for each other.
Snape looked at the two young girls. A dream about to come true. “Ginny, take a step forward and enjoy Hermione, your new lover …”
It seemed time slowed down.
Ginny took two steps forward, placing her pubic area directly in front of Hermione’s face.
Hermione leaned in, using her teeth to pull first one side of Ginny’s black lace tong down, then the other. She bit the lower part of lip as she looked up to take one more long, lingering look at Ginny.
Snape let his hand drop, as he began sliding it slowly up and down along his cock, right through his robes.
Then all three of them moaned as Hermione’s tongue finally slipped inside Ginny.
The moment Hermione’s tongue slipped in, a momentary ‘rush’ hit both girls, and each of them felt their nipples burst up, high and hard. Both had the same quick thought that THIS was what they were made for. THIS was the ultimate meeting of their long-awaited desire.
To Hermione, nothing could taste as good as the inside of Ginny’s sweet, SWEET pussy. NOTHING! Her hot tongue could not get enough of this taste! She found her hands sliding up behind Ginny’s ass, the long red hair slipping around her hands. She held Ginny’s ass tight – and pushed it into her – hard. She needed to go deeper into Ginny’s honeycomb. She needed ALL of it!
Ginny had only had sex one time, with Harry, and afterwards thought that she loved him. Now she knew that as foolish. It was NOTHING compared to this, NOTHING! She looked down and watched Hermione’s sexy blond head as it twisted and moved, with each movement bringing her more and more enjoyment as that fantastic tongue of hers slipped from place to place … GOD! INSIDE HER!
Snape’s cock was unbelievably hard. Multiple spots of pre-cum had now formed, making his robe slippery, which coupled with his movements was continually increasing his enjoyment of this private sex show. The sexy blonde Hermione and young redhead Ginny were in an almost constant state of moaning, their pleasure of each other obviously growing as they continued.
This surprised him a bit, as he had expected the moans to slow without some additional commands. Perhaps they had the REAL hots for each other, and that thought forced another large spot of pre-cum to be ejected from him. He had added the command steps to Ginny, but perhaps they were not needed as it looked like these two hot little sexpots were doing well on their own.
Then again, it was really HIS enjoyment that mattered - so waste not, want not. He closely watched Ginny as he said “GinnyNine”.
A yelp of “FUCK! … FUCK FUCK FUCK!” was pulled out of Ginny’s mouth – her body seemed on FIRE now. Hermione’s tongue was EVERYWHERE down inside her, and somehow she knew that each movement, each touch, was pulling her deeper and deeper towards some massive, enormous orgasm! Harry had been sweet, but not taken her to the point she needed. In fact, only twice had she been able to actually experience ‘cumming’ as her more rude girlfriends had called it, and each time only because she had finally succeeded in pulling it from her own body. But THIS! GOD!
Her hands dropped down to Hermione’s head and her fingers nestled into the long blond hair. She began using her grip to slightly pull, then push, Hermione back and forth, and with each successful pull/push maneuver, Ginny would give another loud moan.
Hermione understood, and pointed her tongue. Hard. Straight. Then let Ginny take control of her head. She didn’t know if Ginny understood exactly what was happening, but Hermione did, as Ginny, now having full control, was moaning louder and louder as she pulled and pushed Hermione, with Ginny now moving her own butt towards their merging with each push in. Ginny was using Hermione’s tongue to fuck herself, and Hermione loved knowing that, more so because she somehow knew that nothing was going to be better than tasting the explosion that was going to happen at the end of this.
Snape leaned back, watching they young redhead being FUCKED by Hermione’s tongue. He stood and stepped up to Ginny. “You like being fucked by Hermione like this. Tell her. Yell it out…”
“YES HERMIONE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT TONGUE!”
“You can see it,” Snape whispered to Ginny, “see your pleasure and hers as she fucks and fucks you – as you explode for her ….”
A long, low moan came from the redhead. Snape said one phase “… GinnyTen …”
Ginny’s body bucked, and she screamed out “YES HERMIONE! GOD YES! GOD!””
Ginny’s body was PAST fire now as she felt a gush of something push into her pussy and she slammed herself into Hermione, pushing Hermione’s head as hard as she could, wanting MORE and MORE of that fantastic tongue inside her. She screamed out “SO GOOD HERMIONE! SO! FUCKING! GOOD!”
Ginny’s body was rocking now – pulsating with her orgasm – and Hermione met it with equal force. Her tongue sliding into her sexy wetness, pulling all of it into her, every drop into her. Deeper and deeper she tried to go. She needed ALL of it.
Snape watched the young girl’s orgasmic experience. Ginny spent at least two full minutes twisting and turning, sometimes moaning, a couple of times screaming out “HERMIONE!”, her beautiful, fiery red hair being tossed about wildly.
It almost made Snape cum … almost. It was hot as hell. Ginny began slowing down, her long red hair slowing its flying movements. Hermione’s excitement didn’t seem reduced at all – she still had her tongue locked into Ginny’s pussy…
Snape slipped his hand over his cock again.
“GinnyNine”
Ginny’s moans immediately changed tempo once again. She attempted to grab onto Hermione’s head, to re-start the pull/push action, but Hermione would have none of that. In Hermione’s mind there was still more sweetness to find, more nooks and crannies inside this sweet little honeycomb! So she pulled that slight little ass of Ginny’s harder into her and held tightly onto it.
Snape knew that once he had them fully programmed and bound to him that could have the two of them building and cumming then building and cumming all night long – as HE rode the two of them … and with that thought he could feel his own orgasm building.
“GOD HERMIONE! PLEASE HERMIONE!” Ginny pleaded. Instead Snape responded to her request for help with his magic word, and he could not help yelling it out this time, “GINNYTEN”
Ginny’s voice changed from a loud please to an ear-breaking SCREAM of “FUCCCCKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSS”, as once again orgasmic bless slipped over Ginny, and Hermione’s tongue again began its search and ‘get it’ mission. This time Snape watched closely, rubbing his cock, and each time Ginny would start to slow down, he would say “GINNYTEN” again.
FUCK! He had Ginny come again and then again. 5 times, then 6, as he attempted to put the 15-year-old redhead into a continuous orgasmic state, screaming and moaning like some wild animal. GOD it was sexy as hell, and he felt his cock finally release, coating the inside of his robe. Only then did he let the two of them come down.
As he did so, he took the time to strengthen and reinforce his hold on them both, binding their desires towards each other, then masking it under easy to remember keywords from seven to ten. He then bound them to himself as he had to each other. Finally, he had to also tweak their awareness of what happened during this session, and well as add a general overall impression that he was not such a bad teacher. It was well after midnight before he was done.
He watched them closely as they placed their skirts back on and straightened out their blouses. Before he pulled the spellbinding from their outward awareness, he couldn’t help it, and shared a long, lingering kiss with each of them. It was damn good.
‘Yes’, he thought to himself, ‘this has been a very good start …’