Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts Ch 477 – Turn on Radio

Novel: Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts Author: SmutDxddy Updated: Jun 07, 2026

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Now reading: Ch 477 – Turn on Radio from Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts, a Action novel by SmutDxddy.

Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old.

Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18

(Hermione - Blessed by Anadiel, ti works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18 )

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Lucifer shrugged dismissively, "Oh, you're not heavy at all."

"You sure?" I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the shading of a pussy juice stain on his trousers, as well as the clear outline of his cock... which at least no longer looked to be completely erect.

"Yeah, it's not hard at all," Lucifer answered, now repeating the word 'hard.

The naughty side of wanted to respond, 'but it likely will be hard quite soon', but the good girl in responded, "If you're sure I won't smother you?"

He shrugged, "I can handle whatever you give ."

So I sat back down on his lap, his words again possibly dripping with innuendo, this ti adjusting myself sideways to sit more onto his leg to avoid his crotch.

For several minutes I sat precariously but reasonably virtuously in that spot as we continued driving.

Then I felt his hands on my hips as he inford , not asking for my opinion, while he lifted up slightly, "Hermione, we need to change positions."

When he lowered back down, my pussy was again directly seated on his cock, which was again stiff and prominent.

I couldn't help but let out a slight moan as my naked pussy once again responded to its pressure.

(I realize that the last ti I was sitting in this position I was calling it a penis, but now it was a damn cock.)

For the next couple of minutes, even though the road was smooth, I kept feeling his cock flinching periodically, which made my pussy tremble and get excessively wet.

Mum asked, "Comfortable back there?"

Lucifer replied, "It's tight, but good."

I gasped because while he was saying that, I felt three distinct movents of his cock.

"You okay, Pumpkin?" Mum asked, as I felt so wetness leaking out of .

"I'm good," I responded. I wanted to move away, but I knew without a doubt that I'd deposited even more wetness on his crotch, and if I moved (not that there was anywhere to move to), it would be clearly noticeable.

The ability to enjoy wet multiple orgasms had always been a great joy to , but right now it was my kryptonite.

"Next stop is almost half an hour away," Grandpa inford his passengers courteously.

"No worries," I responded, trying to be causal.

Lucifer added, "Yeah, although it's getting hot back here."

"The air is on full," Mum inford him, and indeed I wasn't overly hot, except down below.

This ti Lucifer's words were definitely filled with innuendo. He was flirting with !

"I think it's Hermione's body resting on mine that's making so hot," Lucifer said, as he again flexed his cock directly against my pussy... his intent now perfectly clear.

His words also had two very different anings.

After another minute, Lucifer asked, "Ms. Granger, can you turn the radio up?"

"Call Jane dear, and If I do, I won't be able to talk with you, I can barely hear you now," Mum objected.

"That's okay," Lucifer reassured her, "we'll just let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes."

"It's the eye of the tiger," Grandpa began singing as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.

Lucifer was doing sothing with his wand now.

Suddenly my head rang out, announcing a text ssage.

'Why are you not wearing panties?'

I gasped again.

Although this ti the music was too loud for anyone else to hear .

I didn't know what to say.

A second ssage followed.

'And why are you so wet?'

I still didn't know what to say.

I was paralyzed with indecision.

Obviously I should stop this inappropriate brain-texting in its tracks.

Yet I was incredibly horny, so I wasn't thinking like a good sensible daughter, but like a wanton woman.

As I stared at the window ahead, shocked by Lucifer's brazen words ringing inside my head, yet equally turned on, I was startled as I felt even his hands grasping my hips, lifting up.

I leaned up slightly against the driver's seat, bumping Grandpa.

He glanced back so I said, trying to act casual even as my mind was turned to mush, "Sorry, just changing positions."

"I'm sorry about this situation," he apologized.

"It is what it is," I replied, not blaming him, as I felt Lucifer's hands on my hips as he lowered back down onto his lap and... and right onto his hard cock!

I yelped in surprise and Grandpa asked as he turned down the radio, "You okay?"

"Yes, I just got poked by sothing in a box," I responded weakly, unable not to say sothing naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through as Lucifer's cock, was buried deep inside , his hands firmly on my hips, holding in place.

"Okay," he nodded, as he turned the radio back up as another eighties tune, Bryan Adam's 'Sumr of 69', began.

I just sat there; still in complete shock that Lucifer's cock was buried deep inside , anchoring in place.

I just sat there; the urge to start riding his cock growing with every second it remained inside .

I just sat there; wondering what my astonishing boyfriend was going to do next.

I just sat there; secretly wishing Lucifer would take even more control.

I just sat there; worried that if he did take control, I would be unable to conceal the obvious reality that we were committing sex just inches away from my parents.

I just sat there and... judge if you must... enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road giving fresh pleasure as Lucifer's cock surged up inside .

I had to use all my will power not to moan, not to alert Grandpa or Mum to the sexual adultery I was committing and I couldn't deny, committing willingly.

Yet, I was frustrated that Lucifer, who had been so brazen as to slide his cock into , was now just sitting there reading his book, as if his cock weren't buried deep in his girlfriend's box!

I just sat there for over half an hour, doing nothing but allowing myself to be teased like crazy.

I had to use all my willpower not to just give in to my insatiable hunger and begin bouncing wildly up and down.

I had to use all my willpower not to moan in response to every bump on the highway, especially when Grandpa occasionally drove across so rumble strips, making my body tremble and my pussy quake.

I had to use all my willpower not to grind my pussy on his cock to get myself off, the teasing of a quiescent cock nestled inside but not doing a damn fucking thing driving nuts!

Grandpa startled , since my head was miles away, when he announced, "Ten miles to the next stop."

This seed to prompt Lucifer finally to take control.

He began slowly lifting up and down on his cock.

I clamped my lips together to make sure I wouldn't moan as a mixture of emotions swirled through .

Excitent, because he was finally taking control.

Humiliation, because I was excited he was taking control.

Pleasure, because the slow fucking was now coursing through every fibre of my being.

Frustration, because he wasn't fucking hard like I liked it, although I knew there was no way that was a good idea.

Guilt, because I was allowing him to fuck in front of....

Theoretically, when his cock had been only motionlessly lodged inside I hadn't been allowing him to fuck .

I had simply been allowing him to penetrate .

I know that's a pitiful technicality, but it had been all I had left to grasp onto... and now it was gone.