“Cock is a good word for it,” Oprah groaned, her eyes locked on Harvey's organ.
“Yeah, that,” Hermione said with a blush. “Press it gently against my opening.” He followed her orders, noticing her biting her lip nervously as he manoeuvred properly. He thought it looked far too big to fit inside such a tiny space. She apparently noticed this on his face, because she said, “A baby comes out of there, Harvey, and that's considerably wider than your … cock. Just press gently into me, and stop when I tell you to.” He began to slide into her, and he hadn't gotten more than an inch into her when she groaned rather loudly, so he stopped suddenly. “No, don't stop yet,” she moaned. “Keep pushing.” He followed her instructions and soon found himself buried as deeply inside her as it was possible for him to be.
“Holy shit!” Oprah breathed. “Did you know that Hermione was that deep?” When Harvey looked puzzled at her, she said, “It's rare for a woman to be able to take a cock as long as yours completely inside her without striking the cervix, which I remember as being painful from the time we got over exuberant with that carrot,” she said, colouring prettily. “I'm not sure that any of the rest of us will be able to deal with that monster without magical help.”
He shrugged and turned back to face Hermione, who had a somewhat feral look on her face. “Fuck me, Harv”, she whispered to his shock. “Thrust into me. Make me come. Fill me.” He didn't need any further coaxing, and he began to withdraw from her, pulling almost completely out before reversing direction and slipping all the way against her once more. He continued to do this, picking up speed with every thrust, and she began to rise to meet him, until their bodies were slapping together loudly with each meeting. He felt her start to shudder with a few of their meetings, and suddenly she was arching toward him and remaining in that position. He could feel her throbbing against his sensitive organ – it felt as if she were trying to draw him even deeper within – and that was just a little too much for him. He felt his own orgasm boil up inside him and explode into her, and their bodies met tightly again, his body trying to force himself even deeper within her still pulsing flesh.
Finally, his own considerable orgasm spent, he dropped carefully down until he was atop her completely. “I can still feel you throbbing, Hermione,” he said with wonder in his voice. “Are you still … coming?” he asked with some embarrassment.
More than slightly unfocused, she looked at him and nodded slightly, and then arched her head back as another spasm flowed through her. “Love … you … beloved,” she panted as it seemed that she was calming down. “Might … need … pull out … stretching me …” she continued to pant. He did so, still amazingly erect, although not as hard as before entering her, and she finally calmed down. Breathing hard, she explained. “You're very big, Harvey,” she was finally able to say. “Comparatively, you were stretching me beyond expected tolerances, but rather than being painful, you were just … Harv, I could feel every beat of your heart when you were inside me. When you started your orgasm, I felt you swell, and I felt your heart rate pick up even more. Even after you'd stopped coming, I could still feel your pulse. I was so sensitive that I couldn't stop orgasming until I didn't have the stimulation any more.” She looked at him with a half-lidded look that had him stiff against her stomach in seconds. “Not that I'd be against further stimulation.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “Gladly, but I was told that I have other ladies to please,” he said, putting on his shades and walking out the door whistling the tune to Madonna's 'Like A Virgin'; but not before he tucked a couple of hundred dollar bills into her leaking fuckhole as he winked and gave her the old finger gun.
