A Time-Turner Twist (Harry Potter)

Dear Miss Granger,

            I have enclosed the previously discussed Time-Turner for use during the upcoming school year. I had stressed the dangers of using such a device before and I shall do so again. Twist it only once. That shall suffice for allowing you to attend additional classes. I would threaten to reprimand you and punish you with detention were you to fail in doing so, only persistent and flagrant use of the Time-Turner will result in a fate far worse than that of detention. I trust you should understand.

Yours Sincerely,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

            Hermione couldn’t help but tremble with the small golden device in her hands. It was a rather unassuming necklace but was decidedly intricate in it’s use. She had read about such devices but never assumed she would ever hold one in her hands. It had arrived earlier that morning as she and her family were exploring New York City on holiday, and now that it had arrived she made every excuse that she could to be allowed to be alone for a while in her hotel room with the small device. It wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.

            Standing up, she stood in the room, relaxing in nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties and a tank-top. Her reliance on the temperate British weather made it difficult when a heat-wave hit her on holiday and thus her near nudity was justified in her mind. Pulling the necklace over her neck, she held it in place and examined the many dials and metal… twisty things. It had more controls than she had been made aware of, and in an unresearched moment of foolishness, she twisted the smallest dial, causing the small bit of metal to push into the Time-Turner and send a burst of white light across the room, blinding her. Collapsing to the floor, she felt her ears ring for a moment before her sight came back to her. However, it was her hearing that came back first, shocking her the most.

            “Oh! Faster Queenie! Faster! Come on! I’m almost there!” a voice squealed as Hermione gathered herself. Blinking rapidly, she leapt to her feet, backing away from the noise and colliding with a bed behind her. Looking around, her eyes widened in panic. The room was entirely different. Well, it was the same room, but it had completely different furniture, wallpaper, décor. Everything was different. Panicking, she looked around, hoping that there was some mistake, but finding herself very much in a different time. Rushing to the window, she saw the suited businessmen and old-timey cars of the 1920s. Breathing heavily, she was once again brought to her senses by a shrill and emotion driven scream of what appeared to be pleasure, “Queenie! Don’t you dare stop! Oh, fuck! Keep going! Right there! Oh… Fuck me!”

            Collecting herself, Hermione took a breath and stepped out of the room, following the sounds. Moans began to fill her ears with heavy laboured breathing joining soon after. Squeaks and whimpers of orgasmic pleasure filled the small apartment and soon enough, Hermione found the source. Peeking into an adjacent room, she stopped suddenly in her tracks, coming face to face with the new… old tenants of the apartment. In all their… naked glory.

            They were young women, and extremely attractive. One, the brunette, was laid back on the bed, her legs spread and her hands massaging her breasts as the other, the blonde (presumably Queenie) buried her face between her thighs, licking and lapping at the brunette’s pussy. They were both slim and with a beautiful physique. The brunette had pert, rounded little titties. They weren’t anything massive, but Hermione found herself a little embarrassed in comparison, with her considerably flatter chest being somewhat of a poor comparison. There wasn’t much of the blonde that Hermione had a good look at, but her plump, perfectly rounded arse was somewhat of a delight. Soft and near immaculate in it’s shape, it glared at Hermione, enticing and enthralling her in the most delicious way. She had never been so infatuated with someone, let alone a woman. Perhaps it was the emotions of the situation controlling her, but she couldn’t help feel a twinge between her thighs.

            “You know Tina… You really are quite the screamer. Perhaps we ought to…” Queenie murmured, pulling her lips briefly away from Tina’s pussy only to have her face firmly pushed back between her folds by a horny and orgasm-driven brunette. Wrapping one of her legs over Queenie’s shoulder, Tina kept the blonde in place, savouring her curious and talented tongue. The two sisters had always been close, but their sexual endeavours only really began when Tina had no choice but to address them. Queenie’s talents meant that any secretive lusts she had towards her sister were not secretive and thus in order to stop their relationship from becoming awkward, they acted on them, becoming passionate part-time lovers. At least when they couldn’t find men to do the job.

            “Just keep going sis… I’m almost… There!” Tina squealed as Queenie’s tongue once again found her clit, tickling the sensitive nub and lavishing it with the most indulgent tongue action. Suckling gently on the pleasure-centre, Queenie’s eyes watched her sister moaning and writhing, grinding her pussy against her face, driving closer and closer to that orgasm. She had come home incredibly frustrated and Queenie knew almost instantly what had to be done. It took only a few moments for them to be kissing passionately, stripping each other down before flopping onto the bed and getting to it. Tina’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, and her heart stopped. Looking to the door, she saw Hermione standing there, the young girl’s hand tracing the front of her panties as she stood almost completely naked in the doorway, “Queenie! There’s someone in the apartment!”

            “No, no, no… I’m lost…” Hermione stammered as the two women rolled to one side, their hands lunging for their wands and pointing them at the young girl. She froze in place as the two women, still completely naked, advanced on her. Tina pushed past her to check the front door as Queenie approached the bushy-haired girl, tapping into the young girl’s thoughts.

            “Tina… She’s scared. Alone… Confused… Emotions… She’s… She doesn’t belong here…” Queenie breathed softly, slowly lowering her wand and lifting her hand to Hermione’s cheek, stroking her soft skin as she plumbed her mind, “And… aroused… She can’t… she can’t think…”

            “How the hell did she get in here? You’re right, she doesn’t belong here. Look at what she’s wearing. Looks like a street-strumpet,” Tina commented as she returned to the small room, only to watch as Queenie lunged forwards and pressed her soft lips against Hermione’s, the two kissing passionately for a moment. Had Hermione been in her right mind, she would have snapped out immediately. But the situation had barely registered and her head was feeling somewhat faint, “Queenie! Are you kidding me?”

            “She needs to have her mind cleared… She’s afraid and horny… She needs to relax…” Queenie smiled, gently pecking Hermione on the lips once more before leading her slowly across the bed. Guiding the numb and confused girl backwards, she gently helped Hermione recline into the position that Tina had been in a moment ago, “Relax… Her… Hermione Granger… Relax and clear your mind…”
            Breathing heavily, Hermione found herself strangely calmed by the woman, enamoured by her sultry blonde looks and her caressing, wandering fingers. Slowly, Queenie pulled the young girl’s tank-top off, revealing her small breasts, her nipples rock hard and tantalisingly juicy. Leaning in, Queenie wrapped her lips around one of them, giggling as she nibbled on the sensitive teat, flicking her tongue back and forth across the nub, causing her to moan considerably, the young Hermione having never felt anything like it. She had played with herself of course, but having a tongue running across her nipples was somewhat of a sensational feeling.

            Queenie’s fingers hooked inside Hermione’s panties, her fingers running along the young girl’s glisteningly slick folds. Pulling away from her nipples, Queenie grinned, her smile warming Hermione and causing her breath to slow down and become calmer. Planting soft kisses along Hermione’s chest, she led her lips across her taut belly, arriving at her panties. Hooking her fingers inside the fabric, she pulled them down with her, revealing Hermione’s slick pussy. A little unaccustomed to the idea of sex, she hadn’t shaven which took the two other women by surprise. Sure, it was rather common these days, but they had grown so accustomed to shaving themselves for the ease of it that It seemed funny to see her with hair, “How old-fashioned…”

            “Sorr…” Hermione began, only to have Queenie silence her with a finger to her lips, just as her tongue lowered itself between her legs and traced along her folds. Tina had been watching, her wand still clasped in her hands, but lowered to her side. The whole situation as weird, but still that feeling burnt between her thighs. And watching the admittedly gorgeous young girl with her sister set certain urges in her body. If she hadn’t been so close to her own orgasm, she would never have succumbed to what she was about to do.

            “Queenie, dear… I’ll take care of her. You still have to finish me off. Besides, it’ll stop me from screaming as you say,” Tina interjected, rolling the blonde to one side and taking her place between Hermione’s thighs, kneeling with her own round ass in the air. Tina wasted no time in plunging her tongue inside Hermione’s pussy, snatching the young girl’s breath away and replacing it with empty, silent moans. Planting her hands on the young girl’s thighs, Tina spread her legs even wider, allowing her tongue to probe deeper inside, her nose tickled by the tuft of brown hair that crowned her pussy. Wriggling her tongue deeper inside, she explore Hermione’s admittedly delicious depths, moaning herself as the salacious taste hit her tongue.

            Smirking at her sister’s insatiable desire for an orgasm, Queenie did just that. Kneeling down behind Tina’s pert arse, she spread the brunette’s cheeks and nestled two of her long slender fingers against her tight little pussy. Pushing them deep inside, Queenie savoured the muffled groan from her sister before feeling the familiar spasm in Tina’s pussy. Not only could she sense when Tina was on the edge, she could also feel it. And see it. And hear it. If anything, Tina was incredibly easy to satisfy and not entirely subtle about it. Queenie learnt that after trying to have a quickie with her a work and causing her to almost scream to the entire Cafeteria.

            Hermione felt herself nearing an end as well. Her first taste of oral had left her stunned. It helped that it was such a talented tongue between her legs. The way Tina moved around inside her, exploring places that she didn’t know she had, all the while feeling her hot breath against her glistening folds, was sensational. Slipping her tongue out, Tina flicked back and forth across Hermione’s engorged clit, setting the young girl off on a loud and pleasurable orgasm. Attacking her clit until she rode her orgasm down, Tina eventually pulled back, leaving Hermione to her laboured breathing as she focussed on the fingers that were now roughly drilling in and out of her pussy.

            Queenie knew how to make her sister sing. Neither girl was really one for subtly, meaning that they adored the hard and fast routine. Fingers slamming back and forth, filling the room with wet audible slaps. It was the reason they couldn’t find men to keep up with them. Pounding her hand into her sister’s snatch, Queenie filled the room with the slapping of flesh, quickly followed by a shrill squeal. Tina rolled forwards, pulling Queenie out from within her and attacking her own clit with her fingers, riding herself down and moaning through yet another orgasm. Smiling delicately, Queenie laid down beside Hermione, trailing a finger along her stomach before stopping suddenly. No words needed to be said for Queenie to turn to a worried looking Hermione. Smiling softly, Queenie murmured, “Of course you can stay here…”

            Catching her breath, Tina sat up, her body glistening in sweat. Glancing over at Hermione and Queenie, she finally came to her senses and put aside the salacious urge between her legs. Panting for a moment, she finally asked, “What the hell is happening?”

Credits:

Image Creator: Candycanefakes (Unable to find where faker posts their work)