It was another late night in the library for Hermione. She was sitting alone at a long table near the back of the library. The library was completely empty at this time of night, but even if it wasn’t, the other students by this point knew to leave her alone while she studied, having almost bit off the head of the few who had dared interrupt her while she was preparing for her exams.
She only had another four weeks until exams and she was completely unprepared, or at least that’s how she felt. As much as Harry and Ron were her best friends, she just didn’t understand how they could be so blasé about sitting for a test that would determine what they would do for the rest of their lives. It was like they didn’t even care.
It was late and she was tired, and despite her commitment to knowing the material better than her professors, her mind was beginning to wander. It was only a week or so ago when Ron ingested that elven mead in Professor Slughorn’s office and ended up in the infirmary, and the memory of Ron mumbling out her name and squeezing her hand still rang a deep cord of desire within her. Every time she thought about Ron, she felt flush, her hand felt warm where he had squeezed, and heat rushed down to her panties. She kept distracting herself thinking about Ron’s body against hers and what he might do to her.
Before long, she was absently, and without really meaning to, touching herself through the jeans that she had changed into after dinner. A soft involuntary moan escaped her lips. Hearing her own moan startled her, all of a sudden realizing what she was doing. A small smile crossed her face, and she got even hotter and wetter knowing that anyone could walk in on her while she rubbed herself through her jeans. She was now wishing she had left her uniform skirt on, as it would have been much easier to slide her hand into her panties while concealed.
As nice as this rubbing is, it’s just as frustrating. Hermione took a quick look around. No one was here and the library would be closing soon. Madam Pinch would leave Hermione alone because she was a top student and they both shared a love of books. There was little chance she’d be caught. But the thought of being caught sent a thrill through her.
Honestly after the whole DA rebellion last year she has been doing some very un-Hermoine things. Her hand was on the button of her jeans. Hesitating for only a moment she opened them. A second later the zipper was down and her hand was under her panties. She bit her lip stifling the moan of pleasure as her fingertip brushed over her clit.
She was getting wet sliding a finger down her slit Hermione could feel her juices coating her. Hermione slide her other had up her stomach and under her shirt. She started caressing her hard nipples. As she pushed two fingers inside she pinched and rolled her nipple.
She was so hot and horny she half wished someone would find her. He would grab her from behind and push her over the table. Then fuck her till she couldn’t think straight. Yeah someone. She knew who she wanted that someone to be. She closed her eyes to see him. These where his fingers pumping in and out of her. Thoughts of her studies floated away as Hermione continued to finger bang her own cunt.
Ron walked into the library in search of Hermione at this late hour. Like always, he was having problems with his History of Magic essay, and he was hoping that Hermione could help him. When it got late and he was the only left in the common room, he decided to go looking for her. As he rounded the last stack in the back o the library, he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Hermione Jean Granger was masturbating here in the library for all to see. For him to see. Her hand is moving in and out. He heard a soft moan.
Hermione was getting bolder and more vocal by the moment. She was building, plunging her fingers into her soaking wet slit, as the sloppy sounds of her finger banging her own pussy filled her small area of the library.
Ron, was standing not but 20 feet away, just on the other side of one of the bookshelves. He had an unobstructed view of Hermione as she diddled her own clit through an empty space between the books. It was incredibly hot and he was instantly hard, all 8 inches of his cock coming to pull attention and making him uncomfortable in his jeans. Taking a look around himself, he decided that it was late enough and they were in a secluded enough corner of the library that no other students would stumble upon them. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out through the front of his boxers getting ready to stroke it while he watched Hermione keep working her pussy inside her jeans and panties.
Hermione’s head was thrown back. It was so good, and so bad. The thrill of being so vulgar in such a public place flowed through her like an electric charge. She slide farther down in her seat trying to spread her legs wider and allow her hand more space so that she could probe her pussy deeper. Frustrated by the constraints of the denim, she pulled her hand out from between her legs, grabbed the top of her jeans with both hands and yanked them down taking her panties with them, freeing her twat to the cold stale air of the library. Sitting back in her chair and free of the restrictions around her crotch, she spread her legs and went back to work, plunging her two middle fingers back into her cunt and wiggling them around her inner walls as her wet pussy made squelching noises that the musky sent of her wetness filled the library.
Ron’s mouth fell open. From where he was, he had a clear view of her pussy, well until she shoved her fingers back in it. Ron was no longer stroking, he was thrusting. He felt himself losing control and involuntarily let out a growl as he tried to restrain his own pleasure. At once realizing his mistake, he saw Hermione stop. Her eyes flew open, initially in a panic, but she calmed quickly as she looked up and immediately recognized Ron’s blue eyes hiding behind the book shelf in front of her.
Ron panicked. Trying to take a step back he tripped on a stool that was placed just behind him in between the bookshelves that he was standing between. Tumbling back he reached out turning his body and fall awkwardly into the aisle. By the time he hit the ground, he was on his back with his cock sticking straight up in the air in plain view of Hermione.
Herminone’s first instinct was to pull up her jeans and run. But then she saw Ron’s cock and a very different instinct took over. Hermione kicked off her shoes and stood pulling off both her jeans and panties. Her left hand was rubbing her breast, her right was back at her pussy. Slowly she walked over to where Ron lay on the floor.
When she had reached him she licked her lips. She could hear as well as see his breathing increase. She stood there for a moment, hand still rubbing her pussy. Then a look of determination came upon her face. Hermione lifted one foot and placed it on the second bookcase shelf on the other side of Ron’s head.
Ron looked up and could not believe his eyes. Right above him was Hermione’s pussy. Her fingers sliding in ad out. So close he could touch it.
As Ron watched Hermione finger her own pussy, all he could do was stare up with his mouth open. Her pussy was gorgeous. The clean lines of her pussy lips, converging in a “V” between her legs. She was almost completely shaven except from a small landing strip of wiry brown hair pointing toward the reward of her sodden snatch. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he should act, either by helping himself or Hermione, or by trying to pull up his pants and run like hell, but he was too stunned and his brain working too slowly for him to do anything but look on with his prick standing straight up in the air.
Hermione was well past the point of caring about modesty and bashfulness, or being afraid of what Ron might do or say. She needed relief and she needed it now. So she slowly bent her knees and lowered her cunt onto Ron’s face. When her wet slit made contact with Ron’s chin, it was like a bomb exploded in between her legs. It certainly wasn’t a full orgasm, but the nerves in and around her pussy were on high alert, super sensitive and seemed to be crashing wave after wave of pleasure back into her body.
Ron still hadn’t caught up. He was so stunned to all of a sudden have his nose buried in Hermione’s pussy that he didn’t react one way or another. Hermione started to gyrate her hips back and forth on Ron’s face, moving her wet slip across his chin, lips and nose, attempting to pleasure herself with Ron’s features. Finally, Ron caught on and opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at Hermione’s juicy slit.
He was rewarded with an audible coo, a shudder in Hermione’s legs and the sweet taste of her nectar pouring into his mouth as Hermione continued to smear her juices all over Ron’s face.
Ron’s hands grasped Hermione’s bare ass cheeks as she continued to run her soaking cunt over Ron’s face. Her pussy juice was covering his face now. She reached down and tangled her fingers through his coppery hair. She pulled his head up a bit in an effort to have his face inside her pussy.
This was like nothing she ever felt before. Sure she’d masturbated before. She even had a red and gold dildo she used upon occasion. But Ron was giving her pleasure like nothing else ever did, ever could.
Ron’s tongue was working hard to keep up with Hermione’s movements. She tasted so sweet. Her juices that were not smeared across his face were sliding down his throat. Never having done this before, he wasn’t sure but something was telling him she was close to climax. Ron set to work even harder with his tongue. His hands squeezing her ass hard now. Above him Hermione’s moans sounded frantic.
The act of eating Hermione’s pussy had Ron on the edge of his own self control by this point. His cock was as hard as Basilisk Scales and he could feel the pre-cum ooze out of it. While he wasn’t sure what he was doing, he could tell that whatever it was, was having an effect on Hermione that she was desperately enjoying.
All of sudden, Ron felt Hermione’s thighs clamp around his head, and her hand grabbed at his hair pulling him into her crotch hard. Thinking about what he had just done, he realized that he was sucking on the little nub at the top of her pussy, so he went at it with a reckless abandon, licking, sucking, even nibbling on Hermione’s love button. Hermione’s grip on Ron’s head only tightened, her thighs pressing together harder, her grip in his hair more intense. Hermione was pressing Ron’s head so hard into her own pussy that Ron was beginning to worry that he was going to run out of oxygen.
Just as he thought he was going to have to pry Hermione off of his head with some kind of magical spell, she exploded, literally. In what one moment, threw her head back, cried out “Ohhhh…” and a torrent of pussy juice flooded into Ron’s mouth. So much, that Ron actually had to physically swallow to keep from choking on it. Hermione’s legs were convulsing in short little twitches and her chest was heaving up and down as she pawed at her own tits over the t-shirt that she was still wearing.
Hermione was riding wave upon wave of pleasure. Ron’s face was still under her pussy, and cum was still flowing from it. Hermione’s hands were squeezing her tits hard. But she was coming back to herself. Ron was suck down her juice with the same slurping noise that he drank butter beer with.
Red in the face she lifted herself off Ron. Her body gave a twinge of regret from the loss of contact. Unable to look at Ron in the face she moved down his body till she was straddling his waist. Even through the blood pounding in her ears she could her Ron’s heavy breathing. “Bloody hell! I always knew you were brilliant.”
Hermione lifted her eyes to Ron. A shy smile on her face. Her eyes flew open wide when she saw his face. It was covered with her. The wetness that was coming from between her legs was also coating his face.
“Hermione, I was more than happy to help you, so will you help me?” He gestured behind her. Turning her head she saw Ron’s rock hard cock standing straight up in the air. At first Hermione was at a loss for what to do. She was hesitant to put it in her mouth. She had never done that. Plus it looked like it would choke her. But fair’s fair. Ron had helped her so she needed and wanted to do something for him.
Hermione un-straddled Ron’s waist and reached down to give him a hand. After he stood up, she led him back over the where she had been sitting studying. She sat him down in a chair turned out from the table she was using and bent down on her knees in between Ron’s legs.
She was now eye to eye so to speak with Ron’s cock, which was sticking straight out, hard and horny. Hermione didn’t have anything really to compare it to, but it seemed quite large to her, probably about 8 inches long, and a good inch to inch and a quarter of an inch wide. Hermione starred wide eyed. She could see the tip oozing white sticky cum. Involuntarily she found herself licking her lips.
Hermione reached out with her right hand and wrapped her fingers around the base of Ron’s cock. Ron moaned and closed his eyes. Hermione’s hot touch on his cock was blissful and at the same time torturous because all he wanted to do was cum as quickly as he could. Encouraged by Ron’s moan, Hermione began to slide her hand up and down Ron’s prick, staring at it as she moved her hand back and forth up its length.
“Fuck, Hermione. Are you performing some kind of magic. That feels sooooo effing good.” Rod exclaimed.
Hermione just smiled, looking up at his face. Emboldened by Ron’s reaction, Hermione decided the least she could do was repay Ron in kind for the pussy licking she just received. Still looking at Ron’s face, she dipped her head down and took a long swipe of the underside of Ron’s cock with the tip of her tongue. The entire time, she was staring up at Ron’ face.
“Oh my god.” Rod said, as he opened his eyes and looked down at Hermione. Immediately Ron’s eyes locked on Hermione’s. Her brown eyes looking up at him constantly not breaking contact while she lapped at Ron’s cock. Hermione was surprised by how much she enjoyed the taste of Ron. The salty sweet taste of the Cum that had already oozed out of the head of Ron’s cock was invigorating, and encouraged her further.
Becoming bolder due to Ron’s reaction Hermione, still looking into Ron’s eyes slipped her lips around his knob. Eye contact was broken as Ron threw his head back. Hermione was feeling a sense of power from the reaction she was getting. She hadn’t moved her mouth, still a bit over whelmed at his size. She knew she had to do something and so she sucked Ron’s head, hard!
Ron’s eyes opened. He grabbed the back of Hermione’s head. His fingers gripping her long. bushy main. “More. Please, can you take in more?” Hermione raised up higher on her knees and bobbed her head down. Her lips pressed tight to Ron’s shaft she had 4 to 5 inches of his hard cock in her mouth. She ran her hand up from his base till it met her lips.
She sucked hard again and her head lifted to his knob, her hand descended back to his base. Ron’s moans increased in both volume and frequency.
Hermione’s mouth and hand were driving Ron to the brink. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much more. Yet his body was crying out for more. His hips were lifting off the chair. Although he was doing his best not to choke her, he wanted to ram his cock down her throat. Push it in all the way to his balls. Hell he want to shove his balls into her glorious, pleasure giving mouth of hers.
Hermione felt Ron beginning to thrust. Not hard thankfully, but his hips were bucking in time to her head bobs. Both his hands tangled in her hair. His fingers flexing in time to their movements. Then his thrusting and fingers became more erratic. He started to chant her name.
He knew he was going to pop soon. Merlin knew he’d shot off enough himself. He felt that tingle in his nut sack. And the way his body was moving he had no doubt it would be very soon. He wanted to warn her but her was only capable of repeating her name over and over again. His body stiffened and he cried out her name as he shot his load into her mouth.
Hermione felt Ron go rigid and was suddenly worried that she had performed some accidental form of magic. Then, a warm, salty, gooy fluid burst from the tip of Ron’s cock into her mouth. Without giving her warning, Ron had busted his nut while she was trying to cram as much of his cock into her mouth and down her throat as she could. Spurt after spurt of his hot spunk filled her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and pooling in her cheeks and on her tongue. After 3 then 4 convulsions, it was finally too much and some of Ron’s cum burst from her lips and slipped down her chin.
The feeling was invigorating. Hermione had never really thought about letting someone cum in her mouth before, and if she had she probably would have been grossed out by the idea. But the reality of it happening right now was completely the opposite. She could feel the hot goo running down her chin and swirling in her mouth. She expected to not like taste but instead found the salty sweet taste pleasant. And most of all, knowing that she had caused Ron to explode made her pussy tingle. She could feel her pussy getting wet again, and was started to have that itch that could only be scratched from the inside.
Ron continued to pump Cum into Hermione’s mouth, each pump getting a bit weaker than the last. Hermione was sucking like a hoover, trying to extract every last drop of cum out of Ron’s cock. She was insatiable and just couldn’t get enough of the creamy white stuff. Ron’s head was thrown back, his chest was heaving up and down and with each spurt he was convulsing, flexing his taught abs and chest.
After his last of his spluge was expelled from his cock, Ron looked down into Hermione’s eyes as looked up directly at him, his cock still lodged her mouth. She pulled back, sucking as she let the tip exit her mom with a small “pop.” Ron could see his seed collected on her chin. Some had even dripped off and landed on the curve of her tits which were still covered by the sweater she wore. Hermione looked up at Ron lustfully, her big brown eyes almost pleading Ron for more. Her pussy was on fire and needed to be filled. Her mouth was slightly agape, and Ron’s cum was still pooled on her tongue.
“Fuck, Hermione, you really are brilliant!” Ron said clearly spent. Then he noticed what was still in Hermione’s mouth. He looked at her with wonderment, stunned about how in control and fucking erotic she was. Although he had dreamed about Hermione sexually from time to time, and was certainly interested in her romantically, he never thought of her as the kind of girl who was keen to explore her sexuality, let alone the kind that would have been the sexual aggressor. Ron always thought she was just too smart for that kind of thing. But now, not only had he caught her fingering her own pussy in public, but she forced him to lick her pussy in the middle of the library and then gave him what was the hottest blowjob he’d ever seen, in porn or otherwise.
Then, while still not breaking eye contact, Hermione closed her mouth, made a dramatic show of swallowing and opened back up again, clearly showing Ron that the pool of white, creamy, spunk which had just a moment ago been on her tongue was now gone, in her belly.
“Fucccckkkk me.” Ron whispered out of his mouth, meaning it completely figuratively as an expression of his shock and arousal, not as an invitation.
“Ok.” Hermione responded with a wanton smile.
“huh, what?”
He didn’t mean it as an invitation but as wet and worked up as Hermione was she wasn’t going to let an opportunity pass her by. Hermione crawled onto Ron’s lap. Slowly she pulled Ron’s jumper off. Kissing his skin as it was revealed to her. When his nipples were exposed she gave one a light lick. She smiled as his moan reached her ears. Finally it was over his head and she tossed it aside. Running her hands down Ron’s naked chest and abs Hermione started to gyrate on Ron’s lap.
Ron was having trouble thinking, but that’s nothing new. Grabbing her hips Ron pushed Hermione down harder in his groin. As his hips started to move with her’s Ron pulled Hermione’s sweater up and off in one motion. He looked at her. He loved her skin. He stopped moving. As he looked, he noticed a thin, white scar. It stood out against Hermione’s flushed skin, going from her the lower part of her left ribcage up and over to towards her right shoulder. It had disappeared under her bra and came back into view at the top of her right cup.
Hermione’s hands were running along Ron’s muscular arms when she noticed he’d stopped. Frowning with impatiens she looked at his face. “Ministry of Magic”, she said by way of explanation. Ron nodded his head. It wasn’t until that moment he realized just how close Hermione had come to dying. He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. Shifting into him and running her hands through his hair Hermione deepened the kiss. Their hips began to move again
Hermione could feel Ron’s cock pushing against her ass as it grew to it’s full length again. She laughed into Ron’s mouth as she felt his hands fumbling with the clasp if her bra. She pulled back with a smile on her face. “How the bloody hell do you get that thing off?” “Like this.”, Hermione’s hands went behind her back and a moment later her bra was lose. The straps hung down her arms but she held it to her breast with a wicked smile on her face. “Do you want to see them?”, Hermione knew it was a silly question considering Ron had more than seen her pussy. But the way he was looking at her chest had her wanting to tease him.
“Merlin’s wand yes!” Hermione’s hands lowered but the bra stayed almost in place. Ron put his hands on each of her shoulders and slowly lowered it. Eyes intense, and biting his lip he watched as her breast were exposed. He dropped the bra to the floor. Shooting forward Ron pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
Hermione threw her head back and arched her tits forward. The tip of Ron’s tongue flicked over her nipple. He became more confident, bolder as Hermione’s moaning increased. Ron felt her holding his head to her tit. He couldn’t have mover even if he’d wanted to. Ron started to squeeze her other tit as his tongue worked the one in his mouth.
One of Hermione’s hands let go of Ron’s head. Reaching behind her she grasped his shaft. The vibrations from his moans sent shivers through her body. She tightened her grip a little and moved it along his cock. When she reached his knob Hermione’s thumb ran over the top. She started coating the top of Ron’s prick with the pre cum he was leaking. More and more was coming out of his tip as she continued to stroke him, coating him.
Hermione pulled away and stood up. Taking a step back she bumped into the desk. Without taking her eyes off Ron she pushed her books and scrolls to the floor. She sat on the desk, and held out her hands to Ron, her legs open in welcome.
Ron was surprised by his sudden empty lap. But, seeing Hermione completely disregard her school work like he had never seen before cleared his head of all confusion. Hermione was reclined on top of the desk, her legs spread in invitation, one that Ron had no intention of refusing. It felt like he was really seeing her for the first time. Instead of a nerdy, brilliantly minded girl, he now realized that she was an incredibly brave, incredibly sexy, still brilliantly minded young woman; a young woman who wanted him to fuck her. Seeing the scar across her chest really made him realize just how much he cared for her.
Hermione leaned back on the table and moved her hand to her own pussy, waiting for Ron to come over. She moved her hand in small circles around her clit, every couple of circles dipping her finger into her pussy so that she could smear her juices all over and get nice and lubed up.
Ron got up from his seat. Staring at Hermione, he walked over to her slowly, stroking his cock the entire time. He didn’t want to rush this. While until this very moment he had never really had any designs on pegging Hermione, he now realized that in many ways this encounter seemed inevitable.
As he moved in between Hermione’s legs, Ron looked down at Hermione’s face, he could see the wanton lust in her eyes, but also something else: Trust, love, desire. It was the sexiest thing he had every seen.
“Fuck me Ron. I need you cock now.”
Hermione couldn’t keep her eyes off Ron’s cock. It looked perfect to her. She could see more fluid glistening on his tip. She licked her lips in anticipation. Without thought she opened her legs even wider.
Ron stood directly in front of her. The hand not stroking his cock reached out and rubbed a thumb over her nipple. It got even harder, his cock that is.
Ron put the tip right at her opening. Hermione lifted her legs to his hips. Their eyes locked Ron pushed forward. When Hermione hissed he stopped. Looking at her with his brows knitted. “It’s ok Ron. Keep moving”. He finished entering her and held still for a few seconds. Enjoying the feel of her. How wet and tight she was. He pulled back and then pushed in again.
Hermione felt some stretching her. He was longer and wider than her dildo. Yes there was some minor pain but the pleasure was far greater. The feel of him moving inside her was more incredible than she ever imagined. She wrapped her legs around Ron pushing him in deeper. “Faster Ron, harder!”
All Rom could really do at this point was grunt, all conscience thought having left him as he buried his cock to the hilt in Hermione’s pussy. He had never felt anything so good as he was experiencing now. The sensation of having his rock hard cock wrapped in the warm velvety folds of Hermione’s pussy was indescribably pleasurable.
“Uhhg… so full,” Hermione moaned out. She had her legs wrapped around Ron’s ass and was pulling him in with each of Ron’s trusts, urging him to pound her harder, and faster. She had one hand pawing at her own tits and the other was sneaking down to her pussy to run her clit while Ron sawed in and out of her pussy. Her back arched off the table as she reached a state of pure ecstasy.
“Oh Ron. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Yeah. Harder, harder, harder, harderrrrrrrrr…” Hermione continued.
Hermione was driving Ron insane with desire. He needed to kiss her, to embrace her, to make her body one with his. He reached down with both hands, sliding them underneath Hermione’s back as it was arched off the table, and pulled her up so that she was sitting up with her ass on the end of the table and her chest pressed against Ron’s. Ron mashed his lips against Hermione’s, and continued to pound her pussy as he stood between her legs.
Hermione just moaned into Ron’s mouth. The sudden change in position surprised Hermione. She was even more surprised by how different fucking like this felt from laying down and the thought of all the possibilities excited her even more. She wrapped her arms around Ron’s neck and pulled herself in. Each of them felt like they needed to be physically closer to each other despite the fact that their sweat covered skin was already mashed together.
Hermione preferred this position. The places and way Ron’s cock was hitting was more stimulating. Not to mention the skin on skin, and lip on skin contact this allowed. She moved her lips from Ron’s, and made her way to his neck. She sucked lightly where his neck meet his torso. “Oh God Ron you feel so good!”
“Hermione… good…ugg… wet… tight… warm.” Ron wasn’t to articulate when he had a good supply of blood going to his brain. He was even less so with the now shortened amount.
Ron wanted to get his mouth on those tits. He bowed his back and ducked his head. This took his neck away from Hermione’s lips and she let out a noise of protest. It quickly changed to enjoyment when Ron began to suck the tit she was not pawing. Her hand left her tit and went to Ron’s head, holing it tight as he sucked and licked. Hermione let out a gasp when Ron lightly scraped his teeth over her nipple.
Hermione could feel an orgasm building again. The pleasure coiling in the pit of her stomach. Her cunt throbbing faster. Her breathing shallow and fast. “Ron, oh Ron. I’m so close.”
Looking up into Ron’s eyes, Hermione continued to build toward orgasm. Both of their bodies were glistening in sweat in the soft light of the library. Hermione’s hair, bushy to begin with, was messed around and matted in places from her and Ron’s activities.
Their eyes locked, Hermione plead with Ron, “Fuck, just a little more. Harder. Harder. Please. So close… uhhhhhgggggggggggggggg.”
Then, in the blink of an eye, Hermione came again. Ron could feel the juices gush out of her pussy. Coating his cock smearing across their respective crotches and running down in between them and onto the table. Hermione grabbed onto Ron and kissed him hard. Every muscle in her body convulsed and tensed. She arched her back and screamed into Ron’s mouth as he kissed her back.
Ron swallowed her scream as he thrusted with even more fury. The feel of her was overpowering. Her breast against him, her mouth on him and her pussy around him. The way it was clinching tight then slacking just a little and then tight again.
Now he screamed in her mouth as cum spilling into her. His eyes closed he still see her face shining with sweat, her eyes aflame with desire. He wanted to hold on to that image forever.
Hermione’s climax was slowly retreating, then she felt Ron shooting thick ropes of cum inside her and it resurged some. Her walls flexing around him, greedy for all they could get.
It seemed to take an eternity for them to finish their orgasms. Ron slumped onto Hermione kissing her neck. She unwrapped her legs, but held him close. Supporting him for a minute until his own legs could hold him.
Feeling slowly came back to Ron’s legs. His chest of was heaving up and down as he tried desperately to catch his breadth and regain his barring’s. Hermione had her arms wrapped around Ron’s neck, pulling his head into the crook of her neck, and pressing her chest against his as they both came down from their mutual orgasms.
Eventually, Ron raised his head and looked at Hermione. “Blimey Hermione. That was bloody brilliant.”
Hermione beamed at him. “Yeah it was wasn’t it.”
Ron went in for another tender kiss, slipping his tongue into Hermione’s mouth. Hermione just smiled and moaned as she accepted Ron’s kiss. The kiss was reminding her of the tongue licking and fucking she just got and she was already getting horny again. “Jeez,” she thought to herself. “I’m becoming an insatiable little slut.” She had to admit that she was not necessarily opposed to the idea going through her head. The romp with Ron had been the most fun she had had since coming to Hogwarts and she didn’t see any reason to shy away from it.
Hermione pulled back from Ron breaking their kiss. She was a little out of breadth and said reluctantly, “Ron, we have to get dressed. If we get caught down here, we won’t be able to it again.”
“Again?” Ron responded hopefully. “Ok, yeah.” Ron pulled back, letting his softening cock slip out of Hermione’s pussy. Their commingled cum spilled out of her pussy and dripped down onto the table. Hermione noticing the pool of cum spilling out of her pussy, reached down and wiped the cum off the table and from her pussy. She brought her fingers up to her mouth so she could lick them off. She made sure that none of Ron’s seed went to waste.
The look on Ron’s face as she lick their cum off her fingers was priceless. She dipped her fingers into her pussy and held them up for Ron. He hesitated a second then sucked them clean. Hermione had expected him to refuse but it took her breath away when he cleaned her fingers.
Shaking her head to clear it least she ravage Ron again, and she was sure they would be caught this time if she did. Hermione pushed Ron back a step and got off the desk. She took her wand and surgifed them both, cleaning the cum off their bodies with a bit if regret. Truthfully she wanted to use her tongue to clean Ron’s cock. Oh well next time.
They quickly got dresses. As Ron was tying his shoe Madam Pierce came around the corner. “What are you two still doing here? The library closed 10 minutes ago. Off to your dorms.” They each looked at each other, eyes wide, and scurried away before Madam Pierce could ask them too many questions.
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