Some of you have asked me, in several of my fics, to show Ron and Hermione at Hogwarts… Well, here it is, a chapter with several scenes of them enjoying their time there as well as they can.
And besides, they go a step further in their sexual relationship.
Enjoy!
Chapter 10
Ron and Hermione and Hogwarts
"Ron, what —?" asked Hermione as he pushed her towards an empty classroom. They had just had lunch, and they had left the Great Hall. Hermione wanted to go the library before her Arithmancy class, and Harry seemed too occupied with Ginny, so he had decided to accompany his girlfriend.
Ron turned towards her and kissed her full on the mouth. At first she tried to speak, but soon she surrendered to the kiss and put her own arms around his neck while Ron's hands roamed up and down her sides until he put them on her bum.
"I missed you," he said after a bit, looking dazzled by the kiss. "So much."
"We've just spent the day together," she argued, though she was smiling, her eyes filled with love.
"You know what I mean."
"I do. And I've missed you, too."
"You've got twenty minutes until next class, so we'd better be quick," he stated, pushing her towards the teacher's desk.
"'Quick'?" she asked, furrowing her brow. "What do you mean?"
But, instead of answering, Ron dropped onto his knees and, raising her robes and skirt, began to kiss her legs just above her knee-length socks.
"Ron, what —? I want to go to the library before class, and — oh, God!" she moaned, when he put his head under her clothes and began to lick her inner thighs. He smiled when she, almost involuntarily, opened her legs. "We can't, Ron. It's late and — and —" she said, though with less conviction. Ron ignored her, and, forcing her legs open, kissed her on top of her black panties, which were already slightly damp. Immediately, she opened her legs wider and he licked the soft fabric, revelling in her unique taste.
"Oh, Ron …"
"What?" he asked, pressing his tongue against her slit, causing her knickers to get even wetter. "Should we go, then?" he asked, moving back to her thighs.
"No, keep going."
"What?"
"Keep going!" she demanded, and, hopping onto the desk, opened her legs as much as she could. Ron smiled at her, licking his lips, feeling rather smug. Hermione was watching him with an insane amount of lust in her eyes and had started to unbutton her robes. When they were open, she raised her skirt so it was huddled around her waist, leaving her sexy panties on display, though not for long, because, without taking her eyes off him, she lowered them until they were hanging from her right ankle. She put the other foot on the table, spreading herself open, and leaned back on her arms, giving him an amazing view of her perfect cunt. "Do it, Ron. Eat my pussy. Now."
"Holy fuck," he moaned, his eyes fixed on his favourite part of her. Her folds were glistening, and she looked delectable. Without a pause, he delved into her cunt, grunting against it as if possessed by an animal need. Her smell and taste was intoxicating, and soon he was lapping at her madly, alternating it with thrusting his tongue into her hole.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, Ron. Oh, like that, like that! Fuck, lick me, eat me, just don't stop!" she demanded, her hands on her hair. She bucked her hips against him, looking for more friction, and he gave it to her, moving his tongue even quicker and making sure his nose brushed against her clit with each movement.
"Fuck, you taste so well, I could live off your pussy juices …"
"Yes, yes, ah … ah, Ron, don't stop, I'm so close. Fuck, suck on my clit, please, fuck me with your fingers!"
Ron followed her desires, and she began to squirm on the table, her bottom just on the border, and he had to put his free hand on her hip to prevent her from falling. She didn't seem to care, though, lost as she was in her pleasure. Her eyes were closed, though she seemed to try, from time to time, to look down at him. He knew that the view of him between her legs excited her, but she was too far gone to being able to keep her eyes open.
Ron sucked harder, and, struck by a sudden idea, he used kept fucking her with his middle finger, and put his index one at her asshole, pushing a bit.
"Do it! Do it!"
Ron pushed the finger inside, and being careful not to going deep, began to fuck her two holes.
"Oooh, aah … aah, Ron, fuck, yes, don't stop, keep going, I'm going to — I'm —"
"Cum for me, Cum for me!" he ordered, and sucked as hard as he could.
"Rooooon! Oh, oh, oh, fuck, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh, oh, oooh!" she screamed, thrashing on top of the desk.
When her strong orgasm subsided, Ron got up and, licking his lips, hold her boneless body and kissed her, letting her taste herself, which she did, between pants.
"Thank you," she said. "I needed that."
"I know."
"What about you?" she said, rubbing the front of his trousers. "You're so hard …"
Ron closed his eyes, trying to regain control. He moved away from her. She almost pouted, and Ron felt his resolve begin to crumble.
"You wanted to go the library, and you've got to the in class in just ten minutes."
"But …"
"I promise you you can return the favour later."
"Okay," she said, smiling. "I swear I'll make it unforgettable," she said huskily, and Ron's cock twitched, cursing him for being an idiot. He watched her cast a Cleaning Charm on her before putting back her panties and arranging her clothes.
"Shall we go?" she said.
"Yeah," he nodded, grasping her hand. Hermione gave him a good kiss, and then pulled him towards the door. He followed her almost unconsciously, his mind swarming with images of her with his cock in her hot mouth.
— o —
Hermione had never been one to break a promise.
And that was why, just after finishing their prefect rounds, she had dragged Ron into a classroom, made him sit on a chair, and knelt before him.
"Hermione …" he begged. She had taken off her robes and had unbuttoned her shirt. Her perfect, round tits were encased in a sexy white push-up bra, and, as she caressed his cock over his trousers, he couldn't help but stare at her chest.
"Let me see them," he told her. "Wanna see your tits."
"In due time," she replied. "Don't you prefer me getting acquainted with your hard, big cock? I missed it so much today," she whispered seductively.
"Fuck," he said, shutting his eyes tight for a moment.
"Yes," she said, still whispering in that voice. "You're going to fuck my mouth, Ron," she told him, lifting his shirt to reveal his stomach, or opening his trousers. He raised his bum to allow her to lower them to his ankles, with his boxers. His cock jumped, free and desperate for attention.
"Mmh," she moaned, licking her lips. "Looks so good, so tasty," she half-moaned, caressing it with her hand.
"Hermione, please … you're killing me."
"Then you're going straight to heaven," she said, and, bending over, licked his balls before taking one in her mouth while her hand moved up and down his shaft, leisurely.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, suck my balls. Suck them."
Hermione kept sucking them, slowly, teasingly, her eyes fixed on his, who couldn't stop staring at her, so devoted to his pleasure (and enjoying it too). After a while, she moved her mouth and took the tip of his cock between her lips, prodding his slit with her wicked tongue before swirling it around the head, her hand still moving up and down the rest of his prick slowly.
"Hermione …" he half-moaned, half-begged.
She took his cock deeper, tightening his lips around it as she moved her head further. Then, again very slowly, she retreated, leaving his shaft covered in her saliva. Hermione lapped at the tip before moving her head away and licking her lips. Then, she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
"You like them, Ron?" she asked, cupping them in her hands and giving them a gentle squeeze.
"Fuck, yeah!"
Hermione straightened up and, pressing her body against his, kissed him under the hem of his shirt, causing his cock to be trapped between his lower belly and her tits. He groaned. "Hermione …"
"Do you like this, Ron?" she asked, giving him more kisses and moving her torso so his cock slid a bit between her breasts. Then she moved her hands to cup them and pushed them together, amplifying the feeling. Ron began to thrust up and down, relishing in the glorious, naughty act.
"Ohhh, fuck, I love this … So good …"
"Would you like to cum like this, fucking my breasts?"
"Oh, Merlin … you — you know I would …"
"That would be nice, but I promised you you were going to fuck my mouth, didn't I?" she replied, and pulling apart from him, she lowered her head again and put her lips around his head, lapping at the precum accumulating there and moaning in the process. She stared into his eyes, silently telling him what she wanted him to do.
Grunting, and almost out of control after all her teasing, Ron put his hands on her head and thrust into her mouth, deep, barely refraining before going too far and making her choke. Hermione moaned again, delighted, and sucked hard. Ron groaned once more, and moving his hips back, thrust again. And again, going faster and faster, revelling in the way she took him in, seemed to get pleasure from him doing this to her.
He had to be the luckiest bloke to have ever lived, that was for sure. No amount of fame, no vault at Gringotts could compare with having a brilliant, loving, sexy, naughty girlfriend like Hermione.
Again and again, in and out, he fucked her mouth, moaning loudly. Hermione kept sucking hard, playing with her tongue, and, besides, moved one hand to his balls to knead them, exciting him even further. Barely two minutes later, he could feel the signs of an impending release. And it would be hard. He was going to cum like a volcano.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, yeah, take it, take it, take my cock, suck it hard. Fuck, I'm gonna keep fucking that sweet mouth of yours 'till I cum so strongly you're going to choke because of it, but — oh, fuck! — you won't stop sucking, will you? No, you'll make sure to swallow every fucking drop, right?"
"Mmh, mmh," she moaned in approval around him. Excited beyond measure, Ron increased his fucking, going even deeper into her throat. His eyes rolled in pleasure, but, when he was about to warn her of her orgasm, she moved her head away, and pushed his torso back, so he was reclined in the chair. Before he could ask what the hell she was doing, she took his balls in her mouth once more, being more forceful than the first time. Ron moaned, and Hermione, driven wild, began to pump his with her hand. Before he could control himself, he exploded.
"Hermione, stop, I'm — FUUUUCK!" he shouted, his cock erupting, coating his belly with drops of white semen. Hermione kept wanking him, more cum running down her hand, while she sucked his balls.
Finally, when his orgasm ended and he was back on earth, breathing heavily, she moved a bit away. She used her hand to clean a few drops that had landed on her cheek and nose and then sucked her fingers lustfully.
"Fuck, woman … I thought — I thought I was going to cum down your throat. See the mess you've made."
"Sorry," she said, though she clearly didn't regret anything.
"Now you're going to clean it," he told her sternly. "Lick it all," he blurted out, before he could think properly.
Hermione stared at him for a few seconds, but, instead of disgusted, her eyes darkened. Without breaking eye contact, she moved forward, slowly, and, lowering her head, began to lap at his cock, before taking it back in her mouth to clean it properly. She gave him a few hard sucks, making sure of getting everything, before releasing him and, with a hungry expression, began to lap at his belly, collecting his cum in her tongue before swallowing it audibly. One would say it was the best thing she had ever tasted.
"Oh, fuck, yeah …" he said, enthralled by the image she offered as she drank his cum. His cock hardened again, brushing her neck. She smiled while still cleaning him.
"Your cum is delicious, Ron," she said when she finished, licking her lips. "And there was so much of it …"
"I can still give you more," he said, his voice hoarse. "Loads more."
"Oh, yessss," she moaned.
"But now that you've got a mouthful, I think your pussy deserves a good load, too, don't you think?"
"Yes, Ron, please. Fuck me."
"With pleasure."
He got up and Hermione turned her robe into a big, soft blanket. She lay on it, and, raising her skirt, she lowered her white panties, which were completely drenched in her juices.
"Fuck, you're so wet."
"I am, Ron. For you. Don't make me wait, please. Give me your cock. Fuck me. Hard and fast."
Groaning savagely, Ron knelt between her parted thighs, not bothering to take off his trousers. He just ripped of his shirt, and then, lowering his body over hers until he could feel her tits against his chest, he thrust into her, driving his cock into her to the hilt.
"Ron!"
"Fuck, yeah, so tight and wet!"
Hermione put her legs around him and her hands on his bum and gave him a slap, prompting him to fuck her.
"Give it to me, Ron, now!"
Ron raised his hips and gave her a hard thrust, making her arch her back. He groaned and did it again, and again, increasing his pace every time, thinking about how incredibly good she felt.
"Fuck, Hermione, love this pussy … ah, Merlin, gonna fuck it so hard … so deep …"
"Yes, yes, oh, yes! Do it! Do it! Harder!"
Ron sped up his movements, kissing her hard on the mouth. They grunted as their tongues played with each other, while their groins slammed into each other's. After a bit, Ron broke the kiss, desperately needing air, as he was fucking her as hard as he could, his cock stretching her cunt every time he reached its depths.
"Oh, oh, Ron, this feels so good, you feel so — ah, ah — big and hard in my cunt. Merlin, keep going … aah, keep going! Harder!" she moaned and begged, grabbing his ass and pushing him more into her.
Ron pushed her legs wider, to allow himself to go deeper into her body, and then put one of his hands on her tits, kneading and squeezing them hard, knowing how much she loved that. He pinched her nipple, hard, and she screamed in pleasure.
"Fuuuck, Hermione, take it, take my cock! Take — my — cock!" he yelled, punctuating each word with a particularly hard thrust.
Hermione arched her back, seeking even more friction, and then moved one of her hands from his bum to between their bodies, and began to frantically rub her clit.
"Yeah, touch yourself, I'm about to cum again, Hermione … Fuck, this feels incredible!"
"Ron, Ron, ROOOOOON!" she yelled, as her body convulsed all around him, milking his cock. Ron grunted and thrust even harder against her increased tightness, his eyes rolling back on their sockets at the pleasure he was feeling.
"Fuck, cumming!" he yelled, slamming hard into her so he was as deep as he could in her snug, eager pussy. "Take all my cum in you tight cunt! Take iiiiiit! Fuckfuckfuuuuck!" he screamed, shooting inside her spurt after spurt of his hot seed.
Finally, exhausted, they both lay there, hugging, sweat drying on her bodies as their breathing returned slowly to normal.
"Fucking hell, that was intense," he commented, feeling his cock slip out of her warmth.
"Sure it was …" she nodded, her eyes still closed. Ron couldn't help but stare at her, enthralled by how sexy and beautiful he looked. This was his favourite image of her, in bliss after having been well fucked by him.
"You are so beautiful, Hermione. I love you," he blurted out.
Hermione opened her eyes to look at him, and she smiled, her eyes glimmering with love. She put one hand on his cheek and caressed it. "I love you too. This was fantastic. I had the idea of just sucking you off, but …" she trailed off.
Ron laughed happily. "Well, it turned out even better. Fuck, you looked so hot eating my cum that way."
"You know I love how it tastes. And — I don't know, makes me feel so …" she stopped, searching for words.
"Naughty?" he offered, smiling smugly.
"Yes, I suppose. Dirty, even," she added, blushing.
Ron buried his face in the crook of her neck and put a light kiss there. "I love you."
Hermione hugged him, sighing. "We've got to go back."
"I know. But I don't want to."
"Ginny and Harry —"
"They're too busy with each other to notice we're late."
"Probably," she commented. Ron rolled off her and, propping himself on his arm, watched her, using his free hand to slightly trace patterns on her belly, touching her breasts from time to time. Fuck, he loved her skin. They both looked at each other, not saying anything.
"I wish we could sleep together," she said, a trace of sadness in her voice. "I missed you so much last night."
"I know. I missed you, too."
Hermione got closer to him and, stretching her neck, gave him a soft kiss on his lips, lingering for a bit.
"I want you in my bed, Ron, with me. I want to sleep naked next to you, feeling your skin next to mine. I want to make love again, and once more in the morning. I —" she shook her head.
"Eh, eh, love," he said, caressing her cheek.
"I can't get to your room, but, well, you could come to mine …"
"You know we can't," she replied. "We're prefects, Ron. Besides, you share a room with four other blokes. If they saw us …" she shook her head, blushing at the imagined embarrassment.
"We'll find a way to spend at least one night or two a week together," he told her vehemently. "I promise you."
She kissed him again. "Let's get dressed and go back."
Ron groaned, and smiled jokingly when he said, "I hate seeing you get dressed."
"No, you don't," she denied, getting up and grabbing her panties.
Ron watched her putting them up and adjusting her to her waist. His mouth became dry. "You're right. It's sexy as hell, but it means I don't get to see your sexy body anymore," he confessed, getting up and putting up his pants and trousers.
Hermione looked at him and smiled. "Oh, I definitely can assure you you'll see it again. Plenty of times, in fact."
"Glad to hear it," he laughed.
They finished arranging their clothes and left the classroom after Hermione had cast a Cleaning Charm on it, hand in hand.
— o —
Ginny giggled when Harry said something just for her, and Ron just stared at her, profoundly disturbed by the sound. Ginny just did not giggle, did she?
Well, neither does Hermione, and yet you've made her giggle plenty of times.
Good point, he had to admit, and shook his head.
"What?" Hermione asked him. They were finishing eating in the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione sitting in front of Harry and Ginny, the first Saturday after the holidays.
"Nothing," Ron answered. It was good to see Harry so happy and carefree, despite everything, but he wasn't sure he would get accustomed at his best friend and sister behaving this way. But, to be honest, Harry had put with him and Hermione, so he couldn't really complain.
"Well, it's a fantastic Spring day, so we're going for a walk," Harry informed his best friends. Ron raised an eyebrow. A walk, right.
"Harry, we were going to work on that essay for Defence Against the Dark Arts," Hermione protested. "And Ginny has her OWLs in two months."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Hermione, I know what I've got to do, thanks," she replied, her tone suggesting than, though she appreciated her friend's concern, did not welcome it at all.
Hermione seemed to be about to say something, but she just bit her lip and refrained. Harry and Ginny smiled at one another and left. Ron looked at Hermione sympathetically.
"What?" she asked, rather harshly.
"Ginny is not Harry or me, Hermione. You know she doesn't take well to being bossed around."
"I wasn't bossing her around!" Hermione argued hotly, "I'm just concerned!"
"Well, you were the one who wanted them together, so …"
"And I do, but that doesn't mean they must forget about everything else!" she almost yelled, angry.
"I didn't do anything, Hermione, so don't scold me," Ron retorted, getting a bit defensive.
Hermione grunted and went back to her plate. She finished her treacle tart in silence.
"Sorry," she muttered a bit later.
"What?" Ron asked, though he had heard her perfectly.
"Sorry for snapping at you," she answered, a bit louder.
"That's right," Ron nodded, smiling. He caressed her back affectionately. "We could go for a walk ourselves, you know …" he suggested, testing the waters.
Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "We are doing that essay, Ron."
Ron groaned, but didn't say anything, knowing it would take him nowhere. So, a bit later, they left the table and went to the common room, got their things and walked back to the library, despite Ron's protests about preferring to stay in the common room. Hermione argued, however, that they were going to need some books and so it made more sense to go there. Besides, it was Saturday and people tended to make lots of noise there.
"Not when you're there," Ron pointed out when she told him her reasons. "Everyone's afraid of you."
"What!?" Hermione exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief. "That's not true! It is not true, is it?" she asked, a bit unsure.
"Well, maybe not exactly afraid, but you managed to get George and Fred to behave last year, so …" he shrugged.
"Mmh," was her only answer.
Once in the library, they occupied one of the more secluded tables, near to the Restricted Section. Only two or three more people were there. Normal people were enjoying the weekend, Ron thought sadly.
However, once there it made no sense not to make good use of the time, so he devoted himself to work. Besides, though he would never admit it to anyone else, he liked working with Hermione. Not just it was easier, but it felt oddly intimate, in a way.
Two hours later, Ron was writing the conclusions, a sense of accomplishment growing in him. Besides, though Hermione had been the one to point the best books and guide the whole thing, he had made some good contributions which had earned him a few praises from Hermione. And nothing could stroke his ego like a praise from her.
He had a feeling as if being watched, and so he looked to his side, to find his girlfriend staring at him. When his eyes met hers, she blushed a bit.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"No, you were watching me. Why? It can't just be my dashing looks, can it?" he joked.
"Well, you looked so … grown up, so concentrated right now …"
"Yeah, 'cause I was finishing the essay. Wasn't it what you wanted?" he asked, not understanding.
"Yes, and you just — I don't know … look …" she trailed off.
"Look what?" he asked, perplexed.
Hermione stared at him, her eyes fixed on his. "Hot," she finally answered.
"Do I?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes."
Ron gaped at her for a few moments, and then smirked, feeling rather smug. Daringly, he put a hand on her thigh and gave her a caress over her skirt (both had opened their robes). "You look hot when you work, too. You're so passionate about homework and studying that I can't help but remembering when we're alone.
"Really?" she asked, smiling shyly.
"Yeah," he nodded, moving his hand under her skirt, caressing her soft skin. He expected her to push his hand off her, but, instead, she just opened her legs wider, her eyes darkening with lust.
Ron's heart rate accelerated. Still staring at her, he moved his hand up, slowly, until he reached her silky panties, which were already a bit damp.
"Fuck, you're already wet," he whispered, sliding a finger along her clothed slit. She closed her eyes and let out a silent moan. He kept stroking her, pushing his fingers harder against her knickers, feeling them grow even more damp.
"Ron …" she whispered, making an effort to open he eyes.
"Yes, love?"
"Have you finished?"
"No, I'm still starting," he replied, and pushed his finger against her entrance.
"I mean — I mean your essay," she half-moaned.
"Ah, that. Yeah," he nodded, licking his lips. He loved seeing her like this.
"Then let's go. Right now."
"Why?" he teased her. "Didn't you want to come here?"
She looked at him with a predatory gaze. "I want to come, but not here."
"Holy fuck!" Giving her pussy a last caress, he took his hand from under her skirt and began to put his things in his bag. Hermione did the same.
They left the Library and Hermione, grabbing Ron's hand, led them upstairs, to the fifth floor. Once there, she pulled him towards the Prefect Bathroom. Ron's cock twitched when he realised what her intentions were. Fuck, how many times had he wanked to her in that room?
"You're brilliant, Love," Ron muttered while Hermione said the password. She pulled him inside, and, once she made sure the door was closed (the room didn't allow the door to open if someone was already inside) she pushed Ron against it and attacked his mouth hungrily.
Ron moaned, the sound muffled by his girlfriend's invading tongue, but responded quickly and with equal passion. He let his bag fall to the floor and grabbed her ass, pressing her body harder against his. When Hermione felt his cock against her lower stomach, she moaned into his mouth.
"Ron, I want you," she muttered, leaving his mouth and leaving a trail of kissed down his jaw and on his neck, where she sucked hard, making Ron hiss in pleasure. He was sure she had left a mark, and the idea made him smile. He loved when she marked him as hers.
"Have me," he said, closing his eyes and enjoying her mouth on his neck. He kept squeezing her ass, helping her to grind her hips against his body. Hermione caressed his chest and kissed him on the mouth once more. And as they snogged, she let her hands slid down until she reached his crotch and squeezed his aching cock.
"Your cock is so hard," she commented huskily. "Is it for me, Ron? Is your cock hard for me?"
"'Course it is," he groaned, thrusting against her hand, which was kneading him rather roughly and quite pleasurably. "Just for you."
"Good, because it is mine," she stated, biting his bottom lip playfully, her eyes fixed on his. "Only mine."
"Yes, just yours. Touch it, Hermione. Use it," he begged.
Hermione gave him another squeezed, and then moved away, walking backwards. She smiled devilishly at him and then took her wand. Waving it, all the taps opened and began to fill the tub with their scented water. Next, Hermione flicked the wand again, and both their bags flew to one corner. They lit up for a moment, and Ron knew she had cast a charm upon them to protect them from the steam. After that, she let the wand fall, and, discarding her robes, she began to unbutton her blouse, looking intently at him. Ron gulped, his eyes following her small, delicate hands, as they moved and revealed her flawless skin. Once all the buttons were undone, she took the garment off, showing him her fantastic breasts, encased in a silky black bra that made them look even better.
"I — I haven't seen that bra before," he commented, gulping.
"It's new," she explained, biting her lower lip seductively. "I bought … lots of things, Ron."
"Fuck!" he swore, his cock twitching at the idea of her buying sexy lingerie for him. He knew he should take off his clothes, too, but he was unable to move, his eyes fixed on the ethereal creature stripping in front of him.
Slowly, she lowered her skirt, standing before him just in her bra, a matching pair of tiny, fucking sexy silk black panties, and her knee socks. Ron salivated, she looked good enough to eat.
Hermione took of her bra, letting her tits bounce free. She cupped them in a teasing way, and then let them fall, making them bounce again, and took off her socks. Smiling at him, she turned slowly, presenting him with her ass, which looked beyond fantastic in those little sexy panties, and walked towards the tub. "If you want me to take these off," she said, looking at him over her shoulders as she pointed towards the panties, you've got to take them yourself. Preferably with your teeth."
"Fuuck," he moaned. She was going to kill him.
"Get naked, Ron. I want to see my cock."
Those words broke the spell that was preventing him from moving, and, as quickly as he could, he was down to his underwear. He was going to take his pants off, too, when she stopped him.
"Slowly, Ron," Hermione demanded. "I want a show."
Ron stared at her, dumbfounded, and then, looking down at his tented pants, he put his thumbs under the waistband, and began lowering them down his hips, making the fabric stretch around his cock, making it more noticeable.
"Yes, like that," she said approvingly. "Show me your bum."
Ron turned round in which he hoped was a graceful move, and lowered just the back of his pants, flexing his back to make his bum more prominent. Hermione licked her lips, watching him hungrily. Apparently absentmindedly, she slid a hand down her panties and moaned in a very low, very sexy voice.
"Hermione, fuck … you're — you're touching yourself."
"Yes, I'm so wet, Ron. Now show me more. Show me your cock. Slowly."
Ron turned round once more and moved the front of his underwear so the tip of his cock was visible. Pleased with her reaction, he pushed them a bit lower, until half of it was in the air, and then pulled them up again, so only his tip was visible.
"Mmh, yes, it looks so good, Ron," she moaned, her hand moving leisurely under her little panties. She caressed one of her boobs with the other hand. "Take them off completely now. I want to see it in all its glory."
Ron complied with urgency, and then stood there, completely naked, his cock hard and proud. Hermione moved her hands a bit faster. "Oh, yes … it looks delicious," she groaned. "I want it, Ron. In my mouth, between my tits, in my hands, and, above all, in my cunt. I want you to fuck me so hard with it I can still feel it tomorrow morning."
Unable to resist, Ron pounced on her. Grabbing her tits roughly with one hand and her ass with the other, he kissed her with all his lust. He could feel her arm between them, her hand not stopping moving. Grunting, he lowered his mouth to her tits, sucking hard on her nipples, and then dropped onto his knees, his face in front of her covered pussy. Fuck, her panties really looked sexy on her. He glanced up at her, seeing her staring at him with anticipation. Ron grabbed the thin waistband of her panties and pulled them down quickly, uncovering her hand. Hermione moaned at his roughness, but didn't stop caressing her own pussy. Ron lifted one of her legs and then the other, to completely remove her knickers. Free of restrain, Hermione opened her legs wider for him, and showed him how she was masturbating.
"Fuck, you look so hot touching your own pussy," Ron moaned. Hermione let out a little laugh, and then, crouching down, she grabbed her panties. She turned round and, to Ron's dismay and bewilderment, she put them on once more, though he got a fantastic view of her naked arse as she did it.
"What the hell —?"
"I'm fairly sure I told you that you were to take them off with your mouth," she explained. Smirking at his incredulous expression, she sat on the border of the pool, her legs hanging, her feet barely touching the water as the pool filled.
Ron stared at her, enthralled, and then, smiling, he got in the pool and moved in the water until he was in front of her, putting his hands on her knees.
Hermione leaned back on her hands, arching her back, giving him an amazing view of her tits, and opened her legs wide. "I think you can find something useful to do while the pool fills," she muttered.
Ron took his lower lip between his teeth, and grabbing her by her hips, moved her closer to the border. Then he bent over and took her tits on his mouth, sucking hard on her nipples, alternating between the two and making her moan loudly. He didn't stay there for long, though, and soon he was kissing down a path down her stomach, until he reached the hem of her panties. He traced the skin just under it with his tongue, and then took it between his teeth, looking up at her.
Hermione was watching him attentively, her mouth slightly open. When she saw him grab her knickers with his teeth, she raised her hips instinctively, and Ron began to pull them down, revelling in the spicy smell coming from her. Slowly, he dragged her panties down her legs, taking them in his hands so they didn't feel in the water, and then, watching her, raised them to his face and smelled them.
Hermione moaned.
"I think I'm keeping these," he told her. "I might return them to you one day, with more juices on them to mix with yours."
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, Ron, they're yours. Put them on your cock while you wank, shoot you semen all over them."
"Holy fucking fuck!" he groaned. Possessed, he threw the panties behind her and, putting his hands on her thighs, he buried his head in her crotch, licking her slit as if he was a thirsty man and her pussy was a glass of water.
Hermione wrapped her legs around his head immediately to keep him in place, and put her hands on his hair to push him even more into her. Ron ate her with unrestrained need, wanting to make her cum before the pool filled completely.
As he kept going, adding his fingers to the job, she laid her body on the tiled floor, her back arching in pleasure, her mouth letting out a string of moans only interrupted by words of encouragement.
"Fuck, your pussy is so wet and hot, so tasty!" he moaned into her, his tongue fucking her while his fingers made circles on her swollen clit.
"Eat it, Ron, eat it, drink me!"
"Cum for me, Hermione, give me your sweet juices!"
Hermione had already been very worked up when he had started, and so it didn't take her long to come, shouting loudly and coating Ron's face in her juices.
"Mmh, that was so good," she moaned, breathing heavily. Smiling, Ron moved more into the pool, submerging himself in the water before resurfacing. Hermione sat up when she heard the noise, and smiled at the sight of his wet body. Then she got into the water, too, and swam towards him. Ron put his arms around her and grabbed her by her ass, pressing her body against him. She enveloped him in her toned legs.
"Fuck me. Fast and hard," she ordered.
Ron didn't wait a second. He put his tip against her waiting hole, and then thrust hard, burying himself completely in her tight cunt.
"Fuck, your pussy is so hungry for me, isn't it, Hermione?" he asked as he started to fuck her, using his hands on her ass to move her body.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, putting her arms around his neck to hold herself and throwing her head back. Ron stared at her wanton display, fucking her hard, loving how her slick walls slid around him every time he moved in and out of her. Enticed by her round tits, he bent over and took a nipple in her mouth, increasing her moans.
The water around her splashed as they moved ever harder and faster, rutting hard against each other. Ron could feel himself about to burst due to how much she had turned him on previously. And now, feeling his cock fucking her tight pussy in the water, something they hadn't experienced before, he knew it wouldn't take him long to fill her with his spunk.
"Ron, I'm close again," she moaned, moving her hips harder. "I'm going to come all around your big cock, Ron … Ah, ooh, God, this is so good … ah, Ron … shoot into me when I cum, I want to feel your cock exploding inside me as I orgasm … oh, oh, God!"
"Fuck, Hermione, when I think you can't get hotter …" he moaned, making an effort not to cum right then. "Cum for me, then, quickly, I'm not gonna last in you tight, hot cunt …"
"Yes, yes, just a bit longer … almost there …" Moaning, she moved one hand from his neck to her pussy and began to rub her own clit.
Swearing, Ron thrust even harder, his balls contracting. In no way could he last longer …
"Right there … right there … Oh, OH, RON, YES, YESSS! Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy and fill it with your cum … NOW!"
Ron exploded, the pleasure almost blinding him. His cock unloaded so hard that, had he ben able to think, he would have feared she would have been pushed from him by the force of his spurts.
One, two, three, four, five streams he poured into her, coating her clenching cunt with his semen, until, his legs turned into jelly, he just let himself float in the water, having released her.
"Fucking hell …"
"Yeah," she agreed, her voice hoarse.
After a bit, when they regained some strength, they swam towards the border of the pool and Ron leaned into it. Hermione, however, leaned into Ron's chest, and he embraced her, relishing in the feeling of their naked bodies touching in the water.
"This was a fantastic idea," he commented, grinning down at her.
She smiled. "And we're still here."
"Yeah," he nodded, their smiles vanishing. They stared at one another, new desire visible in their eyes as their bodies rubbed against each other's. Ron caressed Hermione's back softly, going lower until one of his hands were on her round ass. Hermione, on the other side, let her hands roam over his chest and then up and down his sides, rubbing her body against his. Ron could feel her naked, wet tits against his body, and that made his cock react, so it soon was poking her in her lower stomach. Moaning, she rubbed herself against it, teasing him.
"Do you want me, Ron?" she asked huskily. "Do you want to fuck me again?"
"If I ever answer 'no' to that question you'll know I've become an Inferius, because not even imperiused would I deny you."
Hermione stared at him and then threw her arms around his neck and brought his mouth back upon hers forcefully. She didn't wait to thrust her tongue into his mouth, searching for his, and Ron moaned around it. He squeezed her ass roughly, pressing her body more into his. Hermione moaned again, the kiss turning even more lustful. After a bit she broke it, and then slid her tongue over his slightly parted lips and around his mouth before taking his bottom lip between her teeth and pulling lightly. Then she kissed him again, tightening her grip on his neck. One of her legs curved around his thigh, as if she was trying to climb up his body. Ron, overcome by need for her, used his hands on her bottom to lift her up, so she could put her legs around his waist. He felt the tip of his cock graze her curls, and then she pressed against him, making his cock slid against her swollen, needy clit. She let out a moan of pleasure so wanton that sent shivers down Ron's spine, making his cock twitch and increasing his desire to be inside her to an almost unbearable level.
She ground her groin against his, her body seeking more friction against her heated pussy. Ron stared at her, enthralled by how deep she was in the throes of passion. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth slightly open, emitting the most amazing sounds, her soft breathing tickling his nose.
Ron kissed her again, hungrily, and she responded with even more passion. She started moving her hips faster, trying to get his cock inside her, but Ron resisted the impulse to just bury himself in her and just held her, his hands enjoying the soft, round globes of her arse.
"Ron …" she moaned wantonly, opening her lust filled eyes to stare at him. "Ron, stick it in me now."
"What?" he asked, surprised by her choice of words.
"Stick you cock in my cunt right now!" she demanded, grinding harder against him and making water splash between them.
"Fuuuck," he hissed, his voice hoarse. He lifted her higher, putting the waiting hole of her pussy just above the tip or his cock. She practically meowed at the feeling, and tightened her legs around him, pressing down his body. Ron tried to tease her a bit more, but was unable to. The moment the head of his cock was between her cunt lips, feeling her wetness combined with water and the scorching heat that awaited him, he thrust upwards and pushed her down hard, burying his cock in her to the hilt. Both groaned in extreme pleasure.
"Oh, yes … yes, Ron, more, more," she begged, moving her hips to give them both much needed friction.
Ron groaned again, fucking her harder. Her pussy was gripping him deliciously, and the sensation of her tight walls sliding up and down his shaft was simply indescribable. Her pussy was heaven, and he wanted to be inside her forever, fucking her and cumming in her. He would never tire of it.
"Yes, more," he muttered, unable to take his eyes from her pleasure-filled face. "I'll give you more, Hermione," he added as he helped her move up and down him. "I'll give you more — more fucking, more cock, more cum!"
"Yes, oh, ooh, yes, yes, Ron! Don't stop! Don't stop fucking me! I never want you to get — oh, God — out of my pussy except if to — ah, aah — put your amazing cock in my mouth and feed me with you — fuck, like that! — delicious cum!"
"Fuuck!" he yelled, moving her even faster, to which she helped willingly. He was glad for the water as it helped him to hold her, but it was not enough. He needed to fuck her harder, her words had make his self-control snap. She seemed to want it more roughly, too. So he turned then round and pressed her against the side of the pool, and then, taking full advantage of the new position, plunged into her with all his might.
"Oooh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, Ron! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck ME!"
"Yeah … I'll fuck you …" he said, grunting, the sounds coming out of his mouth barely human. He bent down and lapped at her bouncing nipples, making her squeal. He looked up at her and found her eyes had opened and were watching him intently.
"Suck them. Bite them!"
Ron lowered his head even more, though it was a bit uncomfortable, and managed to catch a moving nipple between his teeth. Careful, he sucked on it hard, and the gave her a soft, playful bite. He felt her cunt clench around him. So he did it again, and again. Hermione was screaming now, and she put one hand on his head and pressed him more against her tit, encouraging him further. So he bit her harder, and at the same time lapped at the excited tip.
Hermione threw her head backwards and moved thrust her hips against his, taking his cock as deep as possible and rubbing her clit against him in the process. Her cunt spasmed around his cock, and Ron felt something snap in his bollocks.
"I'm cumming, Ron! Oh, oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
"Fuck, me too! Take it all, Hermione! Oh, fuck!" he shouted in response, unloading inside her as if he hadn't touched her in a week instead of a few minutes before.
Trembling, feeling almost boneless, her buried his face between her tits and embraced her, letting her slide down the wall until her feet, were on the tiled floor or the pool, both panting heavily.
"Holy fuck …" he whispered after a bit.
"Yes," she agreed, and he felt her giving him a kiss on the top of his head, her fingers caressing his hair. "Merlin, I love you."
Ron laughed. "And my hard cock."
"Especially your big, amazing, incredibly hard cock."
Ron raised his head until it was in front of her, their gazes locked.
"Good, 'cause I fucking love your hot, tight pussy."
She moved her head forwards, and, after giving him a playful bite on his right earlobe, she whispered to him, huskily, "I know. And it's yours, Ron. My pussy is yours, just your presence makes me wet. Sometimes I've got to use Cleaning and Drying Charms on my knickers between classes." She bit him again just as he let out a strangled noise at her words. His cock, despite how hard he had cum, twitched, again at half-mast.
"I'm always so hard for you," he muttered, covering her slender neck in soft kisses. "I dream about taking you to a place where you'd never need to wear clothes, so I can fuck you all the time."
"Mmh," she purred. She moved her head so she could look at him, putting a hand on his cheek. Smiling lovingly at him, she kissed him, but not passionately, just conveying how much she loved him.
Fuck, she really was amazing, Ron could barely believe his luck.
After the kiss, Ron moved and leaned against the wall, just like her, and they enjoyed the warm water, her right hand firmly grasped in his left one.
"Know what?" he asked after a bit, a playful smile on his face.
"What?" she asked, opening her eyes and turning her head to look at him curiously.
"Sometimes I imagine Harry's face if he ever heard the things you scream to me when we're having sex."
Hermione stared at him open-mouthed, a look of pure horror on her face. "Ron! Don't you ever dare tell him anything like that!" she warned him.
"Don't worry, I'm never going to give him details."
"Details? Nothing! I'd die of embarrassment if he knew — Merlin, he's like my brother, Ron!"
"Come on, Hermione, as if you don't talk to my sister."
"Not about our sex life!"
"Okay, okay. I wasn't to, you know. I mean, of course he knows we've done it, but nothing more, I promise."
Hermione watched him suspiciously. "You'd better hope I never see him looking at me in an odd way, or — or —"
"Or what?" he said, a smirk on his face, as her turned towards her and embraced her, pressing her body back against his. "You'll withdraw sex?" he teased.
"Hmm," Hermione said, scowling, but she didn't say anything. That would be a punishment for her as well, wouldn't it?
"I love you," he said, and kissed her. She resisted for a few seconds, but them melted into the kiss, putting her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hairs on his neck, which sent shivers run down his body. And the feel of her wet, round breasts squished against his chest was making him aroused again. He felt Hermione smile against his mouth, and, when she parted their mouths, she bit her bottom lip.
"You're hardening again."
"Yeah. Unavoidable, don't you think?" he asked, looking down at her tits. He slid a hand to her ass and squeezed it, making her moan softly.
"I love when you touch me," she confessed.
"I love touching you." She moved her right hand down his back to his ass, which she squeezed.
"I love touching you, too." And then her hand moved around his body and grabbed his cock, his thumb caressing the head. Ron hissed in pleasure.
"Fuck, I love you touching me."
"Mmh, your cock in my hands feels amazing," she commented, giving him a series of short kisses on his mouth. "So soft, and yet so hard …"
"Hermione …" Ron moaned, moving his hands to her tits and squeezing their suppleness.
They snogged again, hard, both of them touching the other, their excitation growing. Hermione moved her mouth first to his jaw and then his neck, giving him a few soft bites there. Then, unexpectedly, she dove underwater and, before Ron could say more than 'what —?' he felt her mouth envelope his cock.
"Fuuck!" he hissed, marvelling at the feeling. He had never got an underwater blowjob, and it felt simply amazing. She sucked hard for almost half a minute, her hand on his balls, and then resurfaced, taking a deep breath.
"Holy fuck, Hermione …" Ron said in awe, and she smiled, a satisfied expression on her face.
"Did you like it?"
"Fuck, yeah."
Biting her lower lip, she went down once more and sucked him again. This time Ron was ready, and moved his hips to get even more of his aching cock in her willing mouth. She devoted to the work at hand with fruition, until, needing air, she got up again, stroking him with her hand. By then, Ron's cock was twitching.
The moment her breathing became normal, Ron kissed her passionately, and then moved to her tits, sucking hard on them and moving his right hand to her cunt.
"Yes, Ron, yes, touch my pussy, please. Finger me," Hermione moaned, opening her legs to give him more space to touch her.
Ron rubbed her folds slowly, feeling her already opened for him, which excited him even further and made him suck harder on her fantastic tits. "Mmmhff," he groaned against her supple flesh, trying to take even more into his mouth. He couldn't get enough of her boobs, would touch and suck them every single hour of every single day.
His movements in her pussy increased, and soon he put a finger inside her, finding her so slick thanks to the water and her own juices. She clenched her muscles around his finger, and he couldn't help but remember the way she tightened around his cock every time she came. Fuck, he wanted to fuck her again. Hard. He began to circle her clit with her thumb in sync with his finger.
"Another, Ron. Put another in," she panted, tightening her fist around his aching cock. She gave him a hard stroke, and he, moaning against her soft, wet tits, complied and added another finger, pumping her faster.
She was now moaning without shame, her head thrown back in pleasure, and Ron couldn't take it anymore. He wanted her to cum, but not like this.
He stood up straight, releasing her tit and taking his hand off her pussy. She moaned at the loss, but her protest was swallowed by his mouth claiming hers. She surrendered to the kiss, and Ron pushed her to the other side of the pool, which had an underwater bench attached to the wall, so users of the pool could sit there in the water and relax. Once there, Ron broke the kiss, and, staring at her flushed face in lust he turned her round so her back was to him. "Like this," he told her. "Come on, Hermione, knelt on the bench!"
Hermione looked down for a moment, apparently not understanding, but then moved forwards and put her knees on the bench and leaned on his elbows, her body bent over the border. Her ass was just at the perfect height for him, and Ron groaned at the sight. Fuck, her bum looked so good like this. Hermione opened her legs at once, inviting him.
"Come on, Ron," she told him in a needy voice, looking at him over her shoulder. "Give me your cock. Fuck me hard."
Ron let out a moan and moved a bit forwards so his groin was pressed against her supple cheeks, his hard cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass. She moaned and wiggled her bum, making him groan.
"Ron, don't tease me," she begged, raising her hips and pushing against him trying to get his cock into her needy hole.
"Mmh, but I'm enjoying this," he said, smiling at the image of her rubbing her ass all over him, sending pleasurable waves through his cock. "I love the wanton way in which you move your ass."
"Ron!"
"Tell me what you want, Hermione!"
"I already said this, put that damn cock in my cunt!"
Fuck. "As you wish," he muttered, and, retreating a bit, he aligned himself with her and then thrust forward. Hard.
"Yessss!" she hissed, throwing her head back, her hair cascading down her sensual back. "Go for it, Ron!"
"Fucking hell, you're so tight," he moaned, grabbing her hips, his eyes fixed on his cock entering and exiting her pussy. "I love fucking you like this, slamming against your ass …"
"Faster, Ron! Faster!" she begged among moans, pushing back every time he thrust forward, his balls slapping against her swollen clit.
"Fuck, yeah, gonna fuck this pussy hard, gonna destroy it with my cock!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Oh, oh, Ron, like that! Do it hard like that!" she yelled above the splashing noises the water made every time his hips hit her ass. He squeezed her cheeks, delighting himself in their roundness and firmness. He felt powerful and primal, and began to fuck her even harder.
After a few minutes of splashing, slamming and moaning, Ron spread her cheeks so he could see better his cock going in and out of her, loving how snug her cunt lips looked around his invading pole. And to make it better, the tight star marking the entrance to her ass was also displayed, and Ron licked his lips. Unable to refrain himself, he put his right index finger against it and began to circle it while he thrust.
"Ah, oh, Ron … yes, stick that finger in my ass!"
Ron grunted. He had done this several times already, and yet every time it felt incredible to him, as if he couldn't really believe Hermione, his girlfriend, was asking him to finger her asshole.
Hermione moaned louder, and began to rotate her ass almost in desperation, increasing the already wonderful feeling on his cock, while she sought more friction from his finger. So he gave it to her and pushed his finger inside, marvelling at the way her incredibly tight hole clenched around it, trying to stop his advance. Ron didn't relent, however, and, knowing his finger was slippery due to the water, he pushed harder, burying his finger to the second knuckle, and then moved it around, stretching her and rubbing the walls of her asshole.
"Oh, oh, oh, OH, RON! Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged, turning her head to look at him. Her face almost made him cum. She looked completely gone, her face reflecting an unsurmountable amount of pleasure. Her eyes were dark with lust, and her mouth was open, emitting the most erotic sounds ever. With her eyes fixed on his, conveying how much she liked this, she moved harder against her, trying to get both his cock and finger deeper.
His cock couldn't, but Ron pushed his finger even deeper, so it was completely buried inside her rectum. He could feel her clench around him, and couldn't help but imagine it being his thicker, more sensitive cock.
"Fuck, oh, fuck!" he moaned, speeding up his thrusts.
"OH, RON! Ron, Ron, I'm about to cum again! Oh, Merlin, I'm about to cum again!"
"Cum! Cum!" he ordered, giving her a powerful thrust that pushed her forwards. Ron felt her muscles clenching around him almost painfully, and growled in pleasure just as she came again, her hands sliding on the floor as she squirmed, overcome by the intensity of her orgasm.
"Fuck, you're so sexy when you cum!" he told her, still thrusting.
"Oh, fuck … so good …" she said, panting heavily, before turning her head again to look at him. Twisting her upper body, she put her right hand around his neck and pulled his head against hers. Ron bent over her as she arched her back and they kissed. The position wasn't very comfortable, but none of them seemed to care, consumed by their lust-fueled kiss. Ron pressed himself harder against her ass cheeks, moaning into her mouth at their roundness. Hermione bit his bottom lip playfully and clenched her vaginal muscles again, eliciting another groan from him. He retreated his finger a bit and pushed it again into her ass, his eyes fixed on hers. The way her face contorted in pleasure then made his cock twitch.
"Ron …"
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"Do it, Ron," she said softly and seductively. "Put — put your cock in my ass."
Ron stared at her, gaping. His cock, which seemed to having caught up faster than her brain, twitched again at the idea.
"W-What?"
"Put your cock in my asshole, Ron. I know you want to, and I want to try it, too."
"Bloody fucking fuck! Are — are you sure?"
"Yes," she said, squirming against him. "Please. Put it there and come inside my bum, Ron."
"Fuck, yesss!" he hissed. He took his cock out of her pussy and stared down at her ass.
"Prepare me first," she instructed. "Put two fingers inside me and slide them in and out to stretch me. Your cock is very thick."
Ron fingered her bum with one finger for a bit, and then, looking up to seek confirmation, as she was still looking at him, he added a second finger and pushed them into her, very slowly. She was very tight, so he put his other hand on her still sensitive pussy, and began to caress her. Hermione closed her eyes in pleasure and moaned.
"Yes, relax, Love," Ron whispered. "Relax you tight ass for my cock."
"Ron …" she moaned, and put one of her hands on her tits, rubbing them softly as she began to rotate her bum a bit, asking for more. Ron gave it to her, pushing his second finger even deeper with each thrust, slowly increasing the speed.
After a few minutes, when she was able to take his two fingers to the hilt, she surprised Ron by moving her hands to her buttocks and spreading them for him. He looked at her face, and she licked her lips sensually. "Fuck my ass, Ron. Now."
Ron took out his fingers and put his hands on top of hers, giving her ass a light squeeze. Then he put the tip of his cock against her rosebud, gulping loudly. Fuck, he was so excited. He wasn't going to last in there … He looked at her.
"Push, Ron. Slowly."
And Ron did. He rubbed his cock against the entrance a few times, and then, directing it with his hand, pushed in. At first he thought it wouldn't work, but then her anus gave in, and it entered her. Hermione let out a moan and closed her eyes tightly. Ron was going to say something, but the sudden pleasure he felt when her ass clenched around the head of his cock made him lost his train of thought. It was so incredibly tight, different to anything he had ever felt.
"Fuck, Hermione … Oh, fucking Merlin …"
"More, Ron," she said, clenching her teeth.
"Does — does it hurt?"
"A little," she answered, and then added, before he could protest, "but I want you to keep going. Push harder."
Ron pushed, and his cock went another inch or so. Then, to help her, he retreated until only the head was in, and pushed back again, going just another half an inch further than the time before.
"Yes, like that. Slowly. Move in and out slowly, Ron, pushing it further every time."
"Okay," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. He couldn't take his eyes of his cock going in and out of her tight asshole. Then, Hermione released her cheeks, and the image of those globes of flesh surrounding him made it even better. His cock twitched. His balls were tightening with the need to release, but he wouldn't. Not until he had enjoyed her ass for a bit.
Ron retreated almost all the way out, and then pushed back in, a bit harder, managing to get half his cock into her arse.
"Fuuuck, oh, fuck!"
"How does my ass feel, Ron?" she asked, her voice low and a bit strained.
"So fucking tight, Hermione. Fuck, I'm going to explode so hard!"
"Yes," she said, turning her head again to look at him. Her expression was between pain and pleasure. "Yes, Ron, I want you to enjoy it."
"How is it — for you?" he asked with a trembling voice as he thrusted again, going a bit faster now. He wasn't pushing all the way, after all, it was the first time, but he was having a hard time controlling himself, her asshole, so snug around his prick, felt too bloody good, better than anything he had ever done.
"You're so big, Ron, it feels as if you're splitting me in half."
Ron stopped moving at once. "It hurts? Do you want me to stop?"
"Do you want to stop?" she asked, looking at him.
"Fuck, no, this feels fucking awesome."
"It doesn't hurt too much, and it feels good in an odd way. Keep going, it gets better."
Ron kept thrusting, his hands massaging her ass to relax her. He could feel her asshole loosening up a bit, making it easier for him. He closed his eyes for a moment to savour it, his entire body was shaking with pleasure, and it wouldn't take him long to cum harder than ever.
And then she moaned, and Ron opened his eyes again. He could see her right arm under her, moving, and he realised she was touching herself.
"Yes, yes, touch yourself! Finger your pussy, Hermione!"
"Gods, it feels much better now!" she moaned. "Go a bit faster, Ron!" she demanded, pushing against him so his cock reached deeper than ever before, making him groan loudly.
"Oh, yes, yes, oh, Hermione, this — this feels so good, so fucking good!"
Ron bent his body a bit over hers and moved one hand from her ass to her hanging tits, squeezing one, as he thrust into her at a medium pace. She was starting to moan as if she was really enjoying it, and that thought alone, that Hermione was enjoying being fucked in the ass pushed him close to the edge.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Hermione, cannot last!"
"Yes, Ron, yes, do it! Come in my ass, fill my asshole! Fuck it hard and come!"
Her words drove him crazy, and he began to thrust a bit harder and faster, her ass constricting his swollen cock in the most wonderful way. He felt overcome with pleasure, and, with a hard thrust that buried three quarters of his cock into her ass, he exploded like never before, torrents and torrents of cum erupting from his dick and filling her.
"Fuuuuck, oh, oooh, fuck, Hermione, fuckfuckfuck fucking fuck!" he shouted his body spasming with unprecedented bliss as his cock twitched and unloaded inside her tight ass, spurting stream after stream of cum as if it never wanted to stop, as if he hadn't come a few times in the last hour.
"Oh, Ron, I can feel you coming inside me! Oh God!" she exclaimed, her body moving faster. He knew he was rubbing her clit as faster as she could, trying to bring herself to orgasm, and certainly, a bit later, while Ron was still shaking from the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm, his cock still in her bum, she screamed and came, too, squeezing him in her and making him moan again. Almost trembling, he took it out of her before he could get hard again, and then, turning round, he dropped onto the bench next to her. He moved one hand to her back and caressed her softly as she panted, her head resting on her forearms. Her entire face was hidden by her hair, damp, wild hair, which fell all around her head like an odd curtain.
"Fuck, Hermione, that — that was simply amazing …" he commented dreamily, still breathing hard. He knew he had the biggest grin ever on his face, so incredibly happy he felt. Shit, he had fucked Hermione's ass! Just the idea was enough to make his head spin!
"Yes, it was," she nodded, raising her head and pushing her hair to her back so she could look at him. "Did you enjoy it, then?"
"Enjoy it?" he asked, as if he couldn't believe she was asking him that. "Hermione, really, it was the best fucking thing I've ever done! I can't tell you how much I love you, love!"
"Me, or my ass?" she asked, smirking.
"Both. Fuck, your ass feels fucking incredible." He took a deep breath. "Did you — did you like it?" he asked, feeling a bit unsure. He wanted to try anal sex again, and if she hadn't liked it — though she had come, hadn't she? And she wouldn't have demanded for him to fuck her ass hard only for his sake.
"I did," she confirmed, sitting on the bench next to him and leaning against his shoulder. "It was a bit uncomfortable, but also a big turn on. I never felt so full, not even our first time, and though you being that big made it more difficult it was also … I don't know — more fulfilling, I think," she explained, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"I'll never tire of hearing you say that," he said, grinning.
She furrowed her brow. "What?"
"That my cock is big," he responded, smiling smugly.
"Stupid male pride," she said playfully. "I would have liked it if it were smaller, you know."
Ron just shrugged, still grinning.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Anyway, I suppose that with more practice, it'll feel even better. The anal sex, I mean."
"Really?" he asked, staring at her with big eyes while he thanked Merlin silently. "You'll allow me to fuck your ass again?"
"Yes, I will," she affirmed. "Don't you want to?"
"Are you kidding? I could fuck you again right now!"
Hermione laughed. "Don't think so. I'm a bit sore back there, and besides, I think that for tonight we've had more than enough, don't you think?" Ron was going to say that it was never enough, but Hermione kept talking. "But if you're a good boy, you'll get plenty of my ass," she added, and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
Ron laughed and put an arm around her shoulders, bringing her to him. He put a kiss on the top of her head. "Merlin, I love you, Hermione."
"And I love you, Ron," she replied, hugging his body.
They fell silent, both enjoying the afterglow, the warm water and their mutual company in each other's arms.
As I told you, I'm working in a new short story which I hope will be ready around this weekend of the start of next week.
While you wait for it, how about writing?