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Harry! The strangest thing happened to me last night. I was
all undressed to take my bath when it happened. I had just slipped off my
knickers and was bent over to step out of them when I felt something
somewhat larger than a finger poke me on my bottom. When I looked, there
was no one there; just a faint shimmering light that went away immediately.
What do you think it could have been?"
Harry blushed up to the roots of his hair. He well knew exactly what had
poked the lovely naked Hermione the previous evening as she prepared to
bathe; it was the head of his own unruly prick! Though he was completely
ignorant, even at the age of 12, of the mysteries of the conjunction of the
sexes, something drew him to want to look at naked girls, in particular his
best female friend, Hermione. He had donned his Cloak of Invisibility and
quietly snuck in as the pretty and nubile young girl was preparing for her
evening ablutions. Unfortunately, he stood too close to her as she bent
over in the process of removing her drawers, and the unexpected stiffening
of his member poked her in her bottom cheek. He beat a hasty retreat as she
turned and groped where he had been standing in a vain attempt to solve the
mystery.

His blushing was not unnoticed by the clever young girl and she stared hard
into his eyes as she started to grill him, "Harry - what do you know about
this?"
"N-n-nothing, Hermione, honest."

"Then why the blushing, hmm?"

"I just was embarrassed, you talking about taking off your knickers and
being naked for your bath and all."

Hermione used all of her finely developed senses, fully capable of reading
any Muggle's mind like a large print book, to try and determine if Harry was
telling the truth. Harry's power to protect his thoughts from such
intrusions prevented her from discovering the full truth, but she was
convinced that Harry knew more than he was telling.

She continued to stare into his eyes as she considered all of the evidence,
turning away from him only as the only plausible explanation came to her in
a flash of brilliance. "That naughty boy was spying on me using his cloak,"
she thought to herself.

She spun on her heel and walked away, formulating a plan to catch him in his
lie, and perhaps, she smiled broadly to herself, make her friendship with
Harry much more special.

* * * *

After classes, on the way back to their rooms, Hermione whispered to Harry,
"Meet me after supper in our secret chamber near the library. And bring your
Cloak!"
Harry nodded.

* * * *

Before leaving her bedchamber on the way to meet Harry, Hermione slipped her
drawers off from under her skirt.

Harry was already waiting for her when she arrived, and he had a decidedly
quizzical look on his face, "Well, what is it Hermione? Is there something
going on? What have you caught Malfoy doing now?"
"It has nothing to do with Malfoy or anyone else besides you and I, Harry
Potter. Now, if you will take a moment to humor your good friend, I would
like you to put on your Cloak of Invisibility and then immediately turn and
walk away from me."

"B-b-but, why?"

"Please - just do as I ask, thank you."

Harry shrugged, wrapped the cloak around him, then turned and took several
steps away from her. Of course, given that the lighting in the unused
chamber was very similar to that in the girl's bath room, Hermione observed
the very same slight shimmer that she had detected after being touched the
previous evening.

"Ah, ha! Take off that cloak, Harry Potter! I have caught you out, I
have."

"W-whatever do you mean, Herm?" Harry asked as he slipped the cloak from his
shoulders.

"When I was touched last night, it was you wasn't it Harry? You mustn't lie
to me, so tell me why you did such a thing you naughty, naughty boy," she
demanded.

Harry turned several shades of red, and tried to stammer out an answer,
"I-I-I just-um-ah," and his voice trailed off.

"So, you saw me all bare naked, did you? And did you enjoy looking at me in
that condition? And why in Dumbledore's name would you have touched me?
You must have known I would feel something and that you would be found out.
What were you thinking?"

"I-um-didn't touch you on purpose. I didn't touch you with my hand," he
replied with a renewed round of the deepest blushes.

"Oh, and what did you touch me with, Mr. Naughty?"

"M-m-my-um-ah-thing," he managed croak.

Hermione giggled, and kept up the pressure of her interrogation, "Your
thing, hmm, well, how is it that your thing would be sticking out far enough
to touch me?" The question was completely rhetorical for her, and she had
no idea that Harry was as ignorant of such matters as he was. She had
forgotten that Harry did not have an older sibling like she did to pass on
such knowledge, nor did he have understanding parents that might have
educated him.

"I-um-don't know, Herm, it just got stiff and stuck out all funny all of a
sudden. I thought perhaps you had cast a protective spell around yourself,
or something."

"You mean you really don't know, Harry?"

"No, I don't, but do you mean that you know?"

"Well of course, silly. I can see that I am going to have to be your tutor
in these matters. Now tell me what you saw when you looked at me. Come
now, don't be embarrassed; remember I was the one who was all naked last
night."

"I saw you all naked, and you don't have a thing in front like I do. You
just have this curious little slit. I have wondered about it since I saw
you. Are all girls so formed?"

"Yes, indeed we are. And what else did you see?"

"Well, you have bumps on your chest, sort of smallish versions of women's
bubbies. I suspect those will grow as you get older, will they not?"

"Quite. My breasts are just beginning to form. In a year or two, I'm
certain they will be a much more prominent feature of my body. Now tell me
what you think these various parts are used for."

"Well, my thing is to piddle from. Which brings to mind a question: How do
girls piddle?"

"Hmm, you are quite uninformed, aren't you Harry dear. I suppose I shall
have to reveal all to you. Please pay careful attention. Now, first your
question; girls have a very tiny opening in their 'curious little slit' as
you so quaintly called it, and sitting down on the chamber pot or toilet
with thighs parted allows a girl to let fly and piddle much as you do. We
just cannot direct the stream as you can, necessitating sitting down for the
operation. Now there is a great deal more than piddling to know about these
parts."

"Mine is referred to my many names, not the least of which are 'cunny,'
'pussy,' 'quim,' and 'cunt.' You should be rather circumspect about the use
of such terms in polite society, but you need not worry about it when we are
alone together. As for your affair, 'prick,' 'cock,' and 'pego' are names
commonly given. Somewhat further back between my legs, at the center of my
pussy, is a much larger opening than the one provided for piddling. The
sight of a pretty bottom, or naked breasts, or an uncovered cunny will often
cause a young man's prick to become erect, just as you experienced last
night. This is called a cockstand, and is essential for exercise of a
reportedly most delightful activity called 'fucking.' Fucking involves a
stiff prick being pushed into the opening in a cunt, where it will find
itself enclosed in a soft, moist, and delightfully warm sheath. A period of
thrusting by both parties ensues, culminated by a warm and wonderful feeling
that overcomes both parties, and a quantity of creamy fluid expelled from
the young gentleman's cock."

Harry just stared in awe at Hermione's revelations, barely noticing that he
had become erect and that his youthful affair was pressing almost painfully
against his trousers. The bulge at the front of his pants was clearly
visible to Harry's young instructress, causing her to have to stifle a
laugh.

"Tell me Harry, is your present condition a result of our conversation, or
have you been daydreaming and conjuring up images of what you saw last
night?"

Harry looked down at the front of himself in confusion, and tried to speak,
"I-I-I"

"Well, Harry, there is a good deal more for you to learn, but it will wait.
First I must avenge the affront that you did me last night. You saw me all
bare naked, and I shall see you in the same state. Strip, Sir!"

Harry hesitated, but the fairness of her judgment was unassailable and he
began to remove his clothes. He was down to his underwear, his throbbing
erection pressing his drawers out in front of him making their removal a bit
difficult.

"Here, let me help," she reached out to grasp the waistband of his
underpants and pull it over his hard cock. "There," she continued, "you are
as naked as the day you were born. Hmm, you have a very handsome prick,
Sir."

Harry blushed deeply again as he stood for Hermione's inspection. She
walked around inspecting, for the first time, a completely naked male body.

"Well, Harry dear, I have had a somewhat greater opportunity to inspect your
body than circumstances afforded you last night. What do you think I should
do to correct such and inequity?" Not waiting for an answer, the eager and
curious young girl stripped off her clothes.

"There, I am all naked, too. Let me lie on my back and spread my legs open
so that you can inspect my parts."

Harry knelt between Hermione's splayed thighs and peered at her moist pink
slit, "It is a curious thing, Herm. I can see the opening that you spoke
about."

"Well, you silly boy, don't just look at it, put your cock in it. I want
you to fuck me Harry. But before you begin, I have to tell you that as I
have never done it before, it will hurt me. Don't be alarmed if I cry out.
Now put it in me and fuck me, Harry dear."

Harry lay down between the pretty young girl's splayed thighs and placed the
head of his prick at her moist opening and fumbled about as he tried to
enter her. Hermione, ever impatient, put her hand down between her legs,
grasped the stiff instrument and guided it into her.

The head of his prick bumped against the natural barrier placed my nature to
mark the virginal state of a maiden. "Ow! That is my hymen, or maidenhead,
Harry. It will be necessary for you to push hard and tear it, and for me to
bear the pain of it in order to complete our enjoyment of each other. Don't
worry it only hurts for a moment, and only the first time a young girl
allows a boy to enjoy her charms. Pull back a little, and then thrust right
up with all your force."

Harry did as he was bidden, tearing through all barriers, until he was in
her to the hilt. She cried out with the sharp pain of her defloration, but
held his buttocks with both hands so that he could not withdraw.

"Pause a moment, Harry dear. The pain will pass and then we can enjoy the
experience together. There. Now, if you please, commence moving your
instrument in and out of me."

Harry began to fuck slowly, moving his hips to thrust in and out of
Hermione's warm clasping sheath. She seconded his motions with hip thrusts
of her own.

"Ah, Hermione, this is a most delicious exercise. I am so sorry for having
hurt you, but I am so delighted that you allowed me to do it. I hope..."

"Oh, hush, Harry, and just fuck me. Yes, it does feel delicious, you are
quite in me to the hilt, and I feel the head of your dear prick touching the
mouth of my very womb."

"Ah, ah, ah, I feel so funny all of a sudden, Herm - whatever is happening?
Oh!"

Hermione felt the gush of his spunk as he spent deep inside of her, and the
sensation brought on her own crisis. "Oh, I spend! It is so wonderful.
Fuck on, dear Harry, fuck me deeply and well!"

Harry pulled his deflating cock from her cunt all reeking with his spendings
and her juices, and Hermione rose up immediately and took the softening tube
of flesh into her mouth to clean him and taste the flavor that a
communicative older girl classmate had told her was most delicious.

"Oh, Hermione, dear girl, I don't know which is nicer to have my prick in,
your pretty mouth or the soft nest between your legs."

"Well, Harry dear, if you bring your sweet prick in its stiffest condition,
I shall allow you to have your way with either as much as you like. I've
been told that allowing a boy to push his prick in and out of my mouth is a
most delightful exercise, and the results of the game are most delicious.
I've also been told that if the boy is a gentleman that he will return such
oral favors by kissing his lady love's affair with lips and tongue."

"Oh, if you will allow me such a pleasure, I will be as much of a gentleman
as you would wish. In fact, may I kiss it now?"

"Yes, indeed Harry - kiss and lick my little cunt and give me another
exquisite spend, if you please."

Harry was an apt pupil and quickly learned the finer points of the art of
gamahuche from his lovely instructress. Hermione spent three times before
Harry raised his head from between her pretty thighs.

"Ah, Harry dear, you are a most wonderful cuntlapper, even better than
Suzy."

"Suzy?"

"Oh, yes. We girls kiss each other's cunts and make each other spend quite
often. But I have found, after my experience with you, that doing it with a
boy is so much more pleasant!

Just then, the door burst open, and the two naked youngsters were confronted
by none other than Professor Dumbledore himself. Trying to cover themselves
was a futile gesture, actually prompting something of a smile from the old
gentleman.

"Hmmm, I see you two have been having some extracurricular activity here. I
see by the spendings dripping from your nether lips, Miss Grainger, that you
have allowed Mr. Potter to have his way with you completely. I am right, am
I not, that you two have just completed a fuck?"

"Y-y-yes, Sir," the two stammered.

Dumbledore raised his wand and with a flick and a mumbled spell, pointed it
at Hermione's belly. A gentle blue light emanated from the end of the wand
and made a glowing halo around the girl's midsection.

"There, I hope that I have been quick enough to prevent an unwanted result
of your foolish behavior. It simply would not do to have Mr. Potter get
your belly up with a child, now would it, Miss Grainger?"

Hermione nodded, looking crestfallen.

"Now, as to your future conduct. I can see that the two of you are quite in
love and that any attempt on my part, save putting you both in the dungeon
in chains, to prevent a further conjunction of your parts, would be futile.
However, contraceptive measures must be taken at each instance. For the
time being, until I can teach you the rather advanced spell that I just
used, Hermione, you must come to me each and every time that you and Mr.
Potter, or anyone else for that matter, wish to engage in an act of coition.
Of course, I expect the two of you to continue your heretofore excellent
progress in all of your classes. Any diminution in your marks will be cause
for me to forbid fucking for the two of you."

"Yes, Sir. We will certainly do as you ask," Hermione agreed while Harry
simply nodded vigorously.

"Now, while it is not mandatory by any means, I would be most honored if the
two of you would consent from time to time to enjoy each other in my
presence. I am an old man who derives a great deal of pleasure, even to the
point of raising a cockstand, by watching a pair of very young lovers such
as yourselves in full fuck."

"I-um-that is, well..." Harry began

"Oh, Harry, just spit it out," Hermione chided, "of course, Professor, we
would be most honored to allow you to witness our fucking, and our sucking
too, if you like. And if the pleasure of the sight does raise a cockstand
for you, I would be most honored to suck it, or to let you fuck me, as is
your pleasure, Sir."

"You are a most gracious girl, Hermione. I may well accept your offer from
time to time, and I believe that I might be able to teach the two of you a
thing or two about the pleasures of the flesh. Harry, did you notice, as
you were examining her most secret charms, that there was another opening
lower down? An opening common to both sexes? I refer, of course to her
bottomhole. That is another place that will accept, to the exquisite
pleasure of both giver and receiver, a stiff thrusting prick."

Both Hermione and Harry looked at him with great interest as he explained
this as yet un-thought of route of pleasure. Dumbledore smiled to himself,
thinking not of Hermione's anus, but of Harry's, for that his where his true
letch lay.

"Hermione, my sweet, I have another cockstand, and since the Professor has
been kind enough to cast the necessary spell, I propose to fuck your pretty
cunt once more."

"Yes, Harry, dear. Come to my arms and press your naked flesh against mine.
Shove right up, if you please, and fuck me in my little cunt, as long and as
hard as you like."

Epilogue:

As it came to pass, the two handsome youngsters and Dumbledore made a most
salacious and lewd threesome. In time, after Harry had discovered the
delights of fucking not only Hermione but Dumbledore himself in the
bottomhole, the Professor was able to persuade the boy to be the recipient
of an assfucking. Henceforth, the old gentleman would get into the boy's
bottom as he was fucking Hermione, or the two males would get into Hermione,
fucking her in ass and cunt at the same time.

Of course, Dumbledore officiated at Harry and Hermione's wedding which took
place shortly after their graduation from Hogwart's. Immediately after the
ceremony, Hermione retired to the vestry where she lifted her skirts and
granted the old man the first kiss on her cunny in her married state. He
was also present for their first married fuck, which was conducted without
benefit of the contraceptive spell heretofore required. Their first child
was a boy, named Albertus in honor of the old Professor.