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Brunette Bookworms Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-08-17 04:42:01 +0000 UTCHarry’s life had been going exceptionally well ever since the temporal anomaly that he went through. He and Hermione started dating and it was everything he could have asked for. They regularly got frisky too. His orgasms had stopped throwing him through time, so Harry assumed that the issue had been solved.
Everything remained normal for one week. Harry went to bed cuddled up with Hermione, the two of them having passed out after a highly intense lovemaking bout. He slept deeply and soundly.
Harry was eventually woken up by a blowjob. His head felt bleary as he woke up. He enjoyed the feeling of a tongue licking his dick. Hermione was being vigorous this morning. Eventually she put her lips on him and started to suck with all her might.
“Slurp!” “Slurp!” “Slurp!”
Harry cracked his eyes open. He watched her brown hair sway as she bounced her head on him. She was such a fast learner. She sucked him off yesterday afternoon too and she hadn’t been this good yet. Leave it to Hermione to improve at something at the speed of light.
It felt so good that Harry groaned out loud.
“Are you happy about something?” Hermione whispered to him.
“Yeah. You’re amazing,” Harry said.
His eyes promptly got big. He was waking up now and noticed something that he should’ve been aware of earlier. He could still feel Hermione cuddled up to his side.
Which meant that it was someone else guzzling on his dick!
He shot up in bed and noticed that it wasn’t HIS bed. He and Hermione had spent the night in a hotel room that would let them get as frisky and loud as they wanted without worrying about alerting pesky parents. This, though, was the room of an apartment.
A primitive one about a century out of date.
Hermione sat up as well, waking up at the same time. She cried out. She had noticed what Harry was staring at: a girl who looked similar enough to be her sister going down on her boyfriend.
“Who are you! How are you here!” Hermione said.
Minerva was just as surprised. She messed up and gagged badly on Harry’s dick. Minerva coughed hard. It took her a few seconds to manage to speak.
“Who are you!” Minerva said, pointing at Hermione.
“Who are YOU?” Hermione said.
“I’m Minerva. This is my house,” Minerva said.
“Minerva as in… McGonagall?” Hermione asked.
“You do know me!” Minerva said. “You must’ve known this was my house, too! Are you a thief? A burglar?”
If she was, the only thing Hermione had succeeded in stealing was some of Harry’s creamy seed.
Hermione rapidly calmed down. The placid expression on her face scared Harry slightly.
“I get it,” Hermione said. “This is a dream.”
For some reason, Minerva gave the words serious consideration. She started stroking her chin, ignoring the spit around her lips from sucking Harry’s nob.
“That’s a strong theory,” Minerva said. “After all, I was just spending the night with Harry, and when I woke up you’d appeared. It’s highly likely that I never woke up and this is indeed a dream.”
“No, no,” Hermione said. “It’s my dream. You're the one who’s a figment of my imagination. I don’t know why I’m fantasizing about a young version of my professor, but it’s clear that this is going on inside MY head.”
“You would say that, though,” Minerva said. “After all, what is imagination’s goal, if not to convince us that it’s real?”
“Mm-hem,” Harry cleared his throat.
He hated to get between them while they were having such a lovely discussion, but he needed some attention.
His dick had been sucked on halfway to completion, leaving it hard and veiny and frustrated. His balls were extremely blue after Minerva had suddenly aborted that lovely oral she was dishing out.
The girls both looked at his dick. They even had the same mannerisms to go with their similar appearances. Both of them clenched their teeth the same way as they looked at his manhood with hunger.
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt, since this is a dream…” Hermione said.
“Yes. My dream,” Minerva said.
Harry worried that this would set off another debate about which one was real (both of them were) but luckily they had something bigger to worry about.
His penis.
Harry wasn’t sure how he and Hermione came to be here. It seemed based on what Minerva said that they had arrived the morning after he and her shared a night together. With luck, getting a few good orgasms in would send him and Hermione back to where they were meant to be.
Of course there was also the possibility that this WAS a dream HE was the one dreaming. He didn’t mention this out loud for fear of spawning another round of bickering.
The girls were using their mouths for better things. Hermione wedged in next to Minerva. Their bodies were as similar as their faces with lovely plump asses that Harry couldn’t wait to get ahold of.
Hermione and Minerva licked his dick vertically from bottom to top. They ran their tongues up opposite sides of him. When they reached the top their tactics diverged. Hermione put her lips on Harry’s head and started pumping her mouth down him while Minerva dropped low and sucked on his balls.
Harry felt her lips caressing his sensitive testicles. Any hints of sleepiness were long gone as he stared at his two lovers teaming up.
Great minds think alike, even when it’s about the best way to pleasure a thick dick. Hermione and Minerva seamlessly delegated the work between themselves. They worked together like old friends, or real sisters.
Hermione went lower and deepthroated Harry. She was still getting used to the act of oral sex in general but one thing she could always fall back on was her fortitude. She had fought dark magic first hand in the war. The discomfort of a supersized penis lodging in her throat was nothing that she couldn’t face.
Hermione gagged over and over in her urgency to please Harry. Minerva kept working on his testicles. She didn’t bemoan Hermione taking the bigger attraction. She did her part in silence except for the occasional POP! of her lips pulling on Harry’s sack.
“Glak!” “Glak!” “Gla–urk!” Hermione said.
Harry had cum inside of her mouth. She hastily took her head off of him as she tried to swallow his bitter gift. She left plenty behind running down his shaft but Minerva was there to fill in. Harry’s future professor licked him clean on all his sides and lapped up what wasn’t in Hermione’s mouth.
Hermione gradually swallowed his spunk. She had gotten most of the loud. That might have been why she didn’t complain about Minerva cutting her in line for the next event.
Minerva shoved Harry against the bed’s headboard and crawled into his lap. Harry could see a few drops of his cum on her lips.
“For a dream, this feels quite real,” Minerva said.
She put her pussy on top of his dick as she got ready to ride him.
“Good,” Harry said. “Let’s make the most of it.”
Minerva smirked and allowed him to slide inside of her.
Harry wouldn't say this out loud but Minerva was better at these things than Hermione. She had more experience, leading to her having more techniques. She moved her hips in a practiced way while feeling him inside of her.
“You’re so big,” Minerva said. “You’re hitting my womb. What a large man. Ooh!”
Maybe it was a generational thing, but her dirty talk still sounded kind of formal. Harry smirked. He pinched her nipples and gave them hard twists.
“That’s right,” Harry said. “You’re this man’s whore right now.”
Minerva gasped, vaguely scandalized.
“You don’t like being called a whore?” Harry said. “Then stop. You’re free to. She’ll take your place anytime.”
Hermione was waiting with her eyes peeled, ready to jump in as soon as she saw an opening. She was kneeling near the foot of the bed. Her face was messy from having deepthroated Harry. Regardless, Harry knew that she was ready to go for multiple rounds as soon as his dick was available.
Minerva noticeably DIDN’T stop. Harry smirked.
“Good choice,” he said.
“You’re so rude.” Minerva continued bouncing on his dick. “Did your parents teach you to be so crass?”
Harry grabbed her around the throat. He pulled her down while she kept bouncing her hips, forcing her face to be close to his.
“Parents have nothing to do with it,” he said. “This is the right way to treat horny sluts who wake me up by sucking me off with their dirty mouths.
“I… See…” Minerva gasped.
She was shaking from pleasure as she felt Harry’s strong grip on her neck. She moved her hips harder. Her ass was clapping down on Harry’s thighs while she bounced on him. Their foreheads were touching and Harry was still holding her neck. Minerva was smiling at him, delighted with the position that she was in.
“Take it,” Harry said.
She cried out when his load entered her. Like she said, his tip reached her womb every time it went all the way in. That’s where Harry spewed his load. Minerva’s pussy guzzled it all up.
Hermione grabbed Minerva’s shoulders while she was cumdrunk. Hermione slid her back off of Harry’s dick, helping her lay down on her back. Minerva had been rendered silly temporarily. She was pouring cum out of her pussy and looking at the ceiling sightlessly.
“One round and you end up like this?” Hermione said. “That’s somewhat pathetic, even for a figment of my imagination.”
So she still thought this was a dream. To be fair, that was the first conclusion Harry came to when he dealt with this twisted time travel conundrum.
Honestly, he still thought that THIS night might be a dream, considering he hadn’t time traveled when orgasmed. After cumming in Hermione’s mouth and Minerva’s cunt he should have made two trips given the way it worked before, but he hadn’t moved at all.
Harry wasn’t really thinking about that though. He was more focused on his girlfriend’s ass.
Hermione had turned sideways to him as she looked at Minerva. Harry used that by grabbing her and pushing her down on the bed.
Hermione squawked when she was pushed down on top of Minerva. Their bodies lined up with Hermione on top. Before she had even realized what was happening, Harry thrusted into her.
“Merlin, Harry! Ah! Ah! It’s soooooooo big!” Hermione moaned.
She still wasn’t used to the sheer size of them even though Harry had put his dick in at least one of her holes every day since their trip to London.
It felt especially big when she was taking it from behind. Harry adored this position. Not only did it remind him of how he first took her up in the London eye, he loved feeling how her whole body quivered every time he hit her womb.
“AH! AH! H-Hit me, Harry!” Hermione squealed.
Harry swatted her ass. She giggled and moaned at the same time when she felt that. Hermione wasn’t a masochist but she wasn’t averse to getting it rough from him. She was so absorbed that she didn’t notice Minerva was about to enact a plot.
Minerva put her legs around Hermione’s hips and her arms around Hermione’s back. She squeezed the other brunette bookworm and made sure she stayed still. Since Hermione was being bearhugged, her body couldn’t even rock forward properly, meaning that she felt each of Harry’s thrusts twice as hard.
“You—” Hermione said.
“Share,” Minerva giggled.
She put her tongue in Hermione’s mouth. Harry’s eyes bugged out. The two had the most erotic makeout session he had ever witnessed while his dick was still ramming into Hermione. Minerva literally scraped old cum residue from the blowjob out of Hermione’s mouth so that they both taste him at the same time.
They stayed that way the entire time that Hermione took it from behind, all the way until Harry came inside of her.
When his dick came out, cum dripped from Hermione’s cunt like glaze out of a filled donut.
Hermione finally broke the kiss with Minerva, gasping for air now that she didn’t need to breathe through her nose.
“I think that I’ve finally figured it out,” she announced.
“Oh yeah?” Harry said. “What have you figured out?”
“This is a dream created by my subconscious,” Hermione said analytically. “The purpose is to give me willing partners to increase my bedroom abilities. Now that I’m really dating Harry, I have to make sure I have enough skill to keep him happy.”
She still didn’t think he was the real one, Harry thought, smirking. “You think so?”
“Yes, I’m quite confident,” Hermione said.
Minerva kissed her again, going deep but not lingering for long.
“If your hypothesis is correct, we should keep going,” Minerva said. “Otherwise, this time will go to waste.”
She had given up on figuring out what was happening. Whether this was a dream or reality, Minerva was just going to enjoy it. Harry was of the same mind.
And maybe Hermione was too. Whether she was really confident in her “subconscious dream” theory, she just said:
“Let’s not waste a second.”
