A Ghostly Invitation

Hermione X Myrtle

'I can't believe I'm this wet again!' Hermione scolded herself mentally, looking at the state of her pants, unable to understand how she could get so horny just from sitting in class. It was shameful for Hermione, not wanting to admit how desperate she truly was. Pulling her pants off of her ankles, she was happy she chose to go to Myrtle's lavatory despite it being out of the way, no one was going to come in here. Hell she was so horny she was not thrown off by the damp floor or the gloomy atmosphere of this lavatory.

After a moment's hesitation, Hermione touched her glistening slit, pressing her lips together as to not moan. She was definitely desperate, a gasp escaped her lips when she touched her clit, leaning her head back, running her finger just rubbing her clit hoping to reach orgasm quickly so she could show up to class on time.

"You too huh?" Myrtle asked out, leaning over the stall and Hermione yelped, flipping her skirt over to hide her crotch, looking up at Myrtle horrified.

"Myrtle!" Hermione scolded, not sure what else to say, she couldn't very well tell Myrtle to get out of her own bathroom.

"Oh, is that redhead not giving you any?" Myrtle teased out.

"R-Ron?" Hermione asked as her cheeks flushed. "We aren't dating!" She pressed her knees together, resting her hands on them, trying to cover up more.

"Oh right! He's dating that girl who always talks about the rabbit divination professor." Myrtle rolled her eyes.

"Um the divination professor is not a rabbit, Lavender has a pet rabbit."

"Whatever!" Myrtle groaned out, leaning on top of the stall door, Hermione looking up. "Do you want some help?"

"I - I - excuse me?" Hermione asked.

"Help. H-E-L-P!" Myrtle mocked. "It's so boring playing by yourself after a while, I mean look at you, rubbing yourself off in a lavatory. Someone's desperate!"

"Myrtle, th-that's not true!" Hermione shot. "I - I-"

"Ohhh!" Myrtle floated down, now leaning on Hermione's legs. "So you don't want my help?" Myrtle teased, licking her tongue out. The offer interested Hermione who wondered how much humans and ghosts could shag. Slowly, Hermione spread her legs. "Now that's a wet pussy." Myrtle stated out amused, sticking her head between Hermione's legs, licking and made Hermione gasp.

A moan escaped her lips as Hermione hands clasped the back of her head, hearing the bell rang as she did so. Groaning, she knew she was going to miss class and was lacking an excuse. Being licked to extreme pleasure by one of the ghosts was not an excuse and certainly not one Hermione'd ever try. The fear of skipping class dissolved as Myrtle's tongue got more savage and felt a force push her legs further apart.

"You really are desperate." Myrtle laughed out. "Have you ever had sex with a girl before?"

"N-no!" Hermione stuttered as Myrtle blew on her clit, making Hermione gasp out. Another giggle escaped Myrtle before she began licking Hermione's clit again. This time her tongue did not stay exclusively on her clit and also started to lick her slit and enter into her vagina. Myrtle seemed to be dragging out Hermione's orgasm, at least in Hermione's mind because whenever she was close, Myrtle would switch tactics. "Oh for fuck sakes, Myrtle, make me cum!" Hermione yelped out in frustration making Myrtle grin.

"Only if you promise to stay here until I get back."

"G-get back?"

"Yes, I want to go get something." Myrtle licked up Hermione's slit. "Will you-" She licked up again making Hermione moan. "Stay?"

"Y-y-yes, yes! Please just finish me off!" Hermione groaned out making Myrtle giggle, digging right in. The assault on Hermione's clit was just too much to bear, yet Hermione wanted more and more. Her orgasm built and built and built until the pressure became too much. Hermione let it unleash and screamed. Sighing out, she began to pant as Myrtle slipped through the door, but popped her head back through.

"Stay here. But feel free to take off your clothes." Myrtle left and Hermione opened the door slightly, looking out and didn't see anything except the cracked mirror. The wooden door nearly broke in her hand, making Hermione handle it very gently knowing one of the doors was already off its hinges.

After a moment, Hermione decided to strip her clothes off, feeling her wetness drip down her thigh. Folding her clothes, she put them gently in her bag, touching herself, feeling the wetness amazed at how much there was of it. Though her orgasm had been one of her strongest, if not her strongest to date, the thought made her sit down and begin cupping her breast while touching herself. Twisting her nipple, she made herself moan.

"Oh having fun without me?" Myrtle teased.

"Myrtle? Where are you?" Hermione felt hands on her wrists and turned, Myrtle had a devious look as she swung around and began sucking and nibbling on Hermione's nipples making her moan.

"You sure are sensitive there, didn't even notice I died your hands to the toilet."

"What? Myrtle!" Hermione pulled her wrists, but they were tied tightly. "Come on Myrtle!"

"Why?" Myrtle teased. "You look so pretty, naked and tied up in my bathroom. You don't want to play anymore?" Myrtle asked, twisting one of Hermione's nipples making Hermione moan and surrender.

"You'll untie me, right?"

"Of course I'm going to untie you, can't have two girls haunting a bathroom! That's ridiculous!" Myrtle shot offended and heard a pipe burst.

"I'm sorry!" Hermione admitted after jolting from the noise of the pipe. "I'm sorry, it's just, you tied me up!"

"I thought it would be more fun." Myrtle licked from Hermione's stomach to her slit. "Do you not agree?" Myrtle asked.

"N-No, this is fun. I'm not good at fun."

"Spread your legs, I want another taste." Hermione complied, putty in Myrtle's transparent hands. Hermione's orgasm began to build again with Myrtle's tongue expertly moving in Hermione's nether regions, even darting across her asshole a few times. The pressure alone felt amazing. Just as Hermione was about to orgasm, Myrtle vanished and Hermione groaned out, complaining without able to make words fully. "Myrtle!" She managed to groan out after a moment and Myrtle appeared again.

"I think it is only fair you make me cum before I let you again."

"Oh Myrtle, please! I was so close!" Hermione pulled against her binds wanting to do it herself. "How do I get you off? Please?" Hermione watched in surprise as Myrtle stripped, her clothing floating just above the ground. "Oh wow your clothes!" Myrtle's hand covered Hermione's mouth.

"You talk way too much!" Myrtle shot annoyed. "Show me what else it can do!" Myrtle's vagina was right in Hermione's face and Hermione was willing to lick and suck anyone off to get another orgasm. She licked and sucked Myrtle as though she was starved for it, trying to do a good job despite never doing it before and tried to mirror what Myrtle had done a few minutes ago. It seemed to work as Myrtle was groaning, bouncing on Hermione's face. "Keep going, don't stop! Don't stop if you want to be untied." Myrtle leaned back and pinched Hermione's nipples making Hermione jump, Myrtle giggled. "I can feel you jump in my pussy!"

As though she was in a race, Hermione was determined to make Myrtle orgasm, especially because Hermione didn't want to find out if tugging and pulling on her nipples could send her into an orgasm. Myrtle was confident enough to order Hermione what to do next with both annoyed Hermione and was something she was thankful for because this wasn't one of Hermione's specialities. It seemed as though it was taking forever which just made Hermione hotter, feeling her wetness gush out of her vagina while licking Myrtles. She had never been in this position before, but Hermione was hoping this wasn't the last time she was in this position. Hearing Myrtle moan meant a victory for Hermione, able to see her thrash to an orgasm and gush out liquid onto Hermione. It didn't feel the same as Hermione's wetness, but it must have been the ghost equivalent.

"Not bad for your first time." Myrtle moaned out, sighing in peace.

"Now you'll let me cum?"

"As soon as I'm in the mood to." Myrtle agreed.

"What?" Hermione asked. "Come on, Myrtle!"

"Well you see, you did such a good job I'm not horny anymore or interested. But a promise is a promise, so I'll be back in a few hours when I'm bound to be horny again." Myrtle replied back calmly.

"You can't just leave me like this!" Hermione argued.

"OH true!" Myrtle agreed and got lowered, Hermione expected to feel Myrtle's tongue, not to feel Myrtle grab her ankles.

"Myrtle?"

"Well what if you squeeze your legs together and you manage to cum? How is that fun?" Myrtle teased, tying Hermione's ankles in behind the bowl which left Hermione's legs spread apart. Hermione tried to press her knees together, but was only able to move an inch which was nowhere near enough. Gasping in desperation, Hermione felt herself gush again. "You are getting wetter, mmm I can't imagine how wet you are going to be when I come back for you." Myrtle teased and dug in Hermione's bag.

"W-what are you looking for, Myrtle? Please, can't you just lick me a little bit more?" that made Myrtle laugh as she found Hermione's underpants.

"Not even untie you? But just lick you a bit more? Mmm someone's enjoying themselves. Are these your only pair on you?"

"Yes, why?" Myrtle stuffed them in Hermione's mouth making Hermione groan.

"I suppose if you want to be able to use them later you won't drop them." Myrtle giggled before vanishing, Hermione couldn't help but suck on her own underpants due to her mouth watering. She knew she should have been furious at Myrtle for leaving her tied up, but she just gasped at herself gushing from excitement. All alone she couldn't deny, she loved it.

After struggling on the ropes and becoming wetter than she ever had before, Myrtle showed up after what must have been hours all giddy.

"Oh look at how wet you are! And you managed to loosen the ropes for your legs, impressive." Hermione let Myrtle pull her underpants from her mouth.

"Myrtle, please, please make me cum, I can't take it anymore!"

"I think I deserve something." Myrtle hovered on top of Hermione's lap, Hermione trying to thrust her hips on Myrtle.

"Yeah, okay, sure. Tomorrow's Saturday. I need to get my homework done tonight and then tomorrow, I mean I'll come back, please? Please let me cum then untie me. Whatever you want." Hermione didn't care how desperate she sounded, she was dripping wet and was unable to get relief for hours, she needed relief.

"Mmmm. Tomorrow?"

"Yes, whatever you want!" Myrtle began smirking out as Hermione moaned when Myrtle's hand brushed through her slit. "Oh please, please don't stop!" Hermione moaned when Myrtle did it again, humping against her hand and Myrtle pulled it away, Hermione whined out in desperation making Myrtle laugh.

"Okay, tomorrow. Six am too early?"

"N-no, no, it's great." Hermione sighed deeply and Myrtle relented giving Hermione what she desperately wanted.

"So should I bring anything tomorrow?" Hermione asked after fixing up herself up and resting for a few minutes, no longer panting.

"Whatever!" Myrtle stated floating up and sat next to the window. "Anything you'd like to." Hermione's mind swirled with ideas as her cheeks turned a very bright red.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then." Hermione murmured, taking her leave. At least for now.