Hermione didn't like flying very much, but Ron insisted she practice. "It'll be good for you," he said. "Keep you from staying inside reading all the time." Harry said flying was like freedom, which made her curious. Still she much preferred her feet firmly on the ground. Hermione sighed and picked up her broom. It was handsome, she had to admit. It had a rounded end, which was not as common these days, but the shopkeeper said it was a good beginners broom. It wasn't built for speed, but rather for long distances. The broom hummed underneath her grip. Hermione threw one leg over it and positioned her self correctly, placing her dominate hand in front. She noticed the vibration of the broom between her legs very suddenly and realized it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it made her feel something she only ever felt with Ron. Curious, Hermione slowly rocked back and forth on the broom. The sensation sent a thrill down her spine. The vibration of the broom had stopped, but the feeling of the wood beneath her felt, well, better than good. Hermione bit her lip and looked around. She was behind their tool shed, surrounded by trees, and Ron was at his Auror training. She was completely alone, but still felt a pang of shame. It felt so good, however, that she did not stop. She felt herself getting closer as she rocked forward and backward. Suddenly, she had an idea. Hermione lay down in the grass and shimmed her shorts off. She pulled her soaked panties to the side and picked up her broom stick. With a trembling hand, she pressed the rounded end to her opening and then slipped it inside. Hermione stifled a moan as she pulled it back out again. It was freshly polished and smooth and felt so good to her dripping, shaven cunt. She thrust the broom stick back inside, harder and deeper this time. As Hermione pulled the broom stick out she shivered. She had never felt pleasure quite like this before. She began a rhythmic pattern, going deeper and faster than she started. As she was reaching climax, she heard a familiar voice. "What in the name of Merlin's saggy left ball sack are you doing?" It was Ron. Hermione quickly threw the broom aside and attempted to cover herself with her shirt. Ron cocked an eye brow. "Bloody hell Hermione," chuckled Ron, " couldn't you have waited till I got home? I'm sorry to have missed all that." There was a hungry look in his eye. Slowly, he stalked toward her. When he finally reached her he knelt down between her legs and lovingly pulled her blue panties off. He bowed his head down and licked the length of her slit. She whimpered softly. He then flicked his tongue across her clit causing her legs to automatically clench towards each other. With out a word, Ron pulled her legs apart and held them down with hit arms. He speed her lips with his hands and trailed his tongue up and down her luscious cunt. She moaned softly. Ron inserted two fingers and made a "come here" motion with them and then attacked her clit, licking and sucking until she could barley take any more, then suddenly he was gone. Before Hermione knew it he had thrust his hard, impressive cock inside of her. He thrust over and over varying speed and force until she felt him shoot his warm load inside of her. She tensed as he reached climax and then came herself shuddering and squirming, and let out one long scream of his name. Ron pulled out and fell back beside Hermione, pulling her into his arms. "Ya know Hermione," he said, " that was amazing."