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Another different way of looking at things
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a challenge to the existing copyright.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 10 – It's good to be useful
The next day was the official start of her daily ‘pee practice’. Harry told her to pee into her hand almost every morning for the next four weeks. Sometimes he told her to rub the golden liquid into her skin, sometimes she was to play with her urine in the toilet while Harry took his shower alone. She didn’t know if she loved or hated these exercises in the bathroom. After a week she asked politely why she had to get used to handle piss. He informed her that Luna would answer that question.
So she had asked her. Between classes. In a half full corridor. With a quiet whispered voice. And a very red face.
And Luna had answered, directly in her face, with all the honesty in the world. And in a very normal volume.“Because you are not good as toilet paper if I can’t even wipe my pee away with you, Hermione.”
She had prayed for death after that announcement. No joking. She was so ashamed, she didn’t dare to move. And the worst was that she became so horny that her cum was running down her legs. She didn’t know how Harry or Luna did it, but nobody seemed to have noticed the declaration. A silencing charm? A Muffliato? Or was it just because nobody took Luna seriously? She was mortified for the rest of the day. But she also had to keep real toilet paper handy during class to capture the flowing juices.
She passed out twice that evening from climaxing. And swore after that to herself and later to her Master to put more effort into her ‘pee practice’. Harry became more demanding after that, of course. One morning she had to pee in a vase on the bed and had to carry it into shower to pour it over herself. One day her Master told her to brush her teeth with her pee. Another to keep a spit of pee in her mouth till they sat down in the great hall for breakfast. If Harry said nothing she has just to lick her hand clean. She learned that urine was much stronger in the morning. So she was sure her training was harder as her service to Luna would be.
The first time it happened, two weeks after the start, Luna came up to Harry while lunch was slowly ending and whispered something in his ear. He just nodded back and told Hermione to follow Luna. Oh, how the dreaded and at the same time was looking forward to this day. Luna was going to use her. In the middle of the day. Between all the other students. She followed her all the way to a toilet on the first floor. All the while trying to slow her heart down and hiding her blush. To her growing horror the corridor was filled with third- and fourthyears. And so was the loo she saw Luna enter. There were at least six other girl there, and several of the stalls seemed to be occupied. And worst of all was, that as soon as the entered all eyes were on her. She was Head Girl, after all. Her pulse hammered in her throat and she seriously began to panic. But she couldn’t back out. She wouldn’t. She had trained so hard for this. To be Luna’s toilet paper. Oh Merlin...Before that thought could set her face on fire, Hermione muttered a quick excuse and entered the same stall that Luna had, just silently begging that nobody noticed that the stall was already occupied.
Luna had just turned around when she entered and locked the door behind her. The younger girl had still to make any inkling that Hermione was with her in the stall. Luna was humming anever ending, and so it seemed never repeating, song and looked as dreamily as ever. She still hadn’t said a single word to Hermione as the head girl crouched before her. Luna just pulled down her panties, hiked up her skirt and sat down with a sigh.
Outside their stall the chatter had started again and she could hear the toilet next to theirs flush. Hermione noticed the empty roll of paper next to her head and closed her eyes in shame and arousal. That’s what I am here for. She couldn’t help herself and let one hand wander under her own skirt. It was hard to believe how wet she was. Her eyes snapped open and between Luna’s legs when she heard the girl relieve herself. It made her so hot how Luna could degrade her without even acknowledging that she was there.
When Luna had finished she just stood up and pulled Hermione’s flushed face toward her pussy, grinding her crotch over Hermione’s face, still happily humming. The Head Girl felt the wetness and she tried to lap it all up, still with one hand between her leg and the other gripping the toilet seat for balance. She could barely taste the pee, the flavour was rather sweet compared to the bitter one from her training. So she redoubled her efforts.
Luna suddenly stopped and pressed her opening firmly in Hermione’s mouth. Who looked up, begging with her eyes for Luna to continue. She was so close. Her finger circled her clit as fast as she could. Please Luna, use me more. So close, so... She didn’t finish that thought because Luna squirted her last piss directly into Hermione’s mouth. Hermione had no chance. When she swallowed the mouthful she came. Hard. She fell on her backside after the girl used her face one last time and stayed on the ground, riding out her climax.
Luna just stepped into her panties again and left the stall. Even now humming.
Hermione, once back on earth, felt the embarrassment returning. Here she was sitting, the Head Girl, her legs covered in her own juices, her face slick with another girl’s, the taste of pee in her mouth, in an open stall with no obvious mean of cleaning up.
At the end she made it back to Harry. Some of the girlcum ended up in her mouth, the rest she had to wipe on the inside of her skirt. But she made it. Hermione couldn’t remember who was more proud of what she did. Her Master or herself. Merlin, she not only had licked Luna clean, she drank her! And I loved it. Oh, and Luna could just use me for a repeat at any time she wants. Maybe she won’t even bother to sit on the toilet. Oh God... I would BE her toilet. She would be so... so Luna. Without noticing me she’d tell Harry she’d have to go relieve herself and she’d just go anywhere she wanted, sit on my mouth and fill my stomach with her sweet piss. Anywhere! An unused classroom, a broom closet, perhaps the library.
As much as she dreaded this to happen, the thought alone kept her aroused and on her toes whenever she was out of the suite and Luna was around. On the other hand, every morning when she tasted her own urine she remembered how sweet Luna's had been. Where they out and about in the castle the taste was just a memory and her anxiety was back.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a challenge to the existing copyright.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 10 – It's good to be useful
The next day was the official start of her daily ‘pee practice’. Harry told her to pee into her hand almost every morning for the next four weeks. Sometimes he told her to rub the golden liquid into her skin, sometimes she was to play with her urine in the toilet while Harry took his shower alone. She didn’t know if she loved or hated these exercises in the bathroom. After a week she asked politely why she had to get used to handle piss. He informed her that Luna would answer that question.
So she had asked her. Between classes. In a half full corridor. With a quiet whispered voice. And a very red face.
And Luna had answered, directly in her face, with all the honesty in the world. And in a very normal volume.“Because you are not good as toilet paper if I can’t even wipe my pee away with you, Hermione.”
She had prayed for death after that announcement. No joking. She was so ashamed, she didn’t dare to move. And the worst was that she became so horny that her cum was running down her legs. She didn’t know how Harry or Luna did it, but nobody seemed to have noticed the declaration. A silencing charm? A Muffliato? Or was it just because nobody took Luna seriously? She was mortified for the rest of the day. But she also had to keep real toilet paper handy during class to capture the flowing juices.
She passed out twice that evening from climaxing. And swore after that to herself and later to her Master to put more effort into her ‘pee practice’. Harry became more demanding after that, of course. One morning she had to pee in a vase on the bed and had to carry it into shower to pour it over herself. One day her Master told her to brush her teeth with her pee. Another to keep a spit of pee in her mouth till they sat down in the great hall for breakfast. If Harry said nothing she has just to lick her hand clean. She learned that urine was much stronger in the morning. So she was sure her training was harder as her service to Luna would be.
The first time it happened, two weeks after the start, Luna came up to Harry while lunch was slowly ending and whispered something in his ear. He just nodded back and told Hermione to follow Luna. Oh, how the dreaded and at the same time was looking forward to this day. Luna was going to use her. In the middle of the day. Between all the other students. She followed her all the way to a toilet on the first floor. All the while trying to slow her heart down and hiding her blush. To her growing horror the corridor was filled with third- and fourthyears. And so was the loo she saw Luna enter. There were at least six other girl there, and several of the stalls seemed to be occupied. And worst of all was, that as soon as the entered all eyes were on her. She was Head Girl, after all. Her pulse hammered in her throat and she seriously began to panic. But she couldn’t back out. She wouldn’t. She had trained so hard for this. To be Luna’s toilet paper. Oh Merlin...Before that thought could set her face on fire, Hermione muttered a quick excuse and entered the same stall that Luna had, just silently begging that nobody noticed that the stall was already occupied.
Luna had just turned around when she entered and locked the door behind her. The younger girl had still to make any inkling that Hermione was with her in the stall. Luna was humming anever ending, and so it seemed never repeating, song and looked as dreamily as ever. She still hadn’t said a single word to Hermione as the head girl crouched before her. Luna just pulled down her panties, hiked up her skirt and sat down with a sigh.
Outside their stall the chatter had started again and she could hear the toilet next to theirs flush. Hermione noticed the empty roll of paper next to her head and closed her eyes in shame and arousal. That’s what I am here for. She couldn’t help herself and let one hand wander under her own skirt. It was hard to believe how wet she was. Her eyes snapped open and between Luna’s legs when she heard the girl relieve herself. It made her so hot how Luna could degrade her without even acknowledging that she was there.
When Luna had finished she just stood up and pulled Hermione’s flushed face toward her pussy, grinding her crotch over Hermione’s face, still happily humming. The Head Girl felt the wetness and she tried to lap it all up, still with one hand between her leg and the other gripping the toilet seat for balance. She could barely taste the pee, the flavour was rather sweet compared to the bitter one from her training. So she redoubled her efforts.
Luna suddenly stopped and pressed her opening firmly in Hermione’s mouth. Who looked up, begging with her eyes for Luna to continue. She was so close. Her finger circled her clit as fast as she could. Please Luna, use me more. So close, so... She didn’t finish that thought because Luna squirted her last piss directly into Hermione’s mouth. Hermione had no chance. When she swallowed the mouthful she came. Hard. She fell on her backside after the girl used her face one last time and stayed on the ground, riding out her climax.
Luna just stepped into her panties again and left the stall. Even now humming.
Hermione, once back on earth, felt the embarrassment returning. Here she was sitting, the Head Girl, her legs covered in her own juices, her face slick with another girl’s, the taste of pee in her mouth, in an open stall with no obvious mean of cleaning up.
At the end she made it back to Harry. Some of the girlcum ended up in her mouth, the rest she had to wipe on the inside of her skirt. But she made it. Hermione couldn’t remember who was more proud of what she did. Her Master or herself. Merlin, she not only had licked Luna clean, she drank her! And I loved it. Oh, and Luna could just use me for a repeat at any time she wants. Maybe she won’t even bother to sit on the toilet. Oh God... I would BE her toilet. She would be so... so Luna. Without noticing me she’d tell Harry she’d have to go relieve herself and she’d just go anywhere she wanted, sit on my mouth and fill my stomach with her sweet piss. Anywhere! An unused classroom, a broom closet, perhaps the library.
As much as she dreaded this to happen, the thought alone kept her aroused and on her toes whenever she was out of the suite and Luna was around. On the other hand, every morning when she tasted her own urine she remembered how sweet Luna's had been. Where they out and about in the castle the taste was just a memory and her anxiety was back.
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