Out of Control

With an exasperated huff, Hermione rose from her sheets and stood with wobbly legs. It was just like Draco Malfoy to do something as inconsiderate as this. She looked down at her cum-soaked chest, a wash would be in order.

She strolled over to the door that led into the conjoined washroom she shared with Malfoy. Twisting the knob, she found it to be locked, and with a lazy knock she asked for entrance.

“Sod off, Mudblood. I'm having a wash.” came Malfoy's voice through the door.

“You aren't the only one who needs it, Ferret!” she called back furiously.

“Well it's not happening here, so go find another tub to scrape the filth from you . . . If that's possible.”

“Asshole.” Hermione scathed underneath her breath. Yet taking his advice, she grabbed her dressing robe and headed out into the dark castle with the prefect's bathroom as her destination.

It was well past curfew as she walked swiftly through the corridors. As she journeyed, her mind couldn't help but wander to the rough fuck Malfoy had given her. It may have been the only nice thing he had ever done for her.

Thinking of the nasty and naughty events that had already taken place that night, Hermione could feel her arousal building. Her inner thighs became wet with pussy juice causing her to rub them together as she traveled.

She was horny again. Her addiction to fucking was magnifying with each orgasm.

Hermione was squirming as she reached the entrance of the bathroom and entered inside. Throwing her robe aside, she immediately turned to glide into the hot, bubbling water which was already drawn when she noticed a pair of dark, lustful blue eyes upon her naked body.

“Ron.” she yelped quietly, shocked to see him there. He sat with a disbelieving face, as if his masturbation fantasy had walked out of his mind and into reality.

“Mione,” he breathed, swallowing hard. “Holy fuck . . .”

Hermione's surprise dimmed, however, as she realized that he was transfixed by her in such a way. He obviously could not see the evidence from her former play session with Malfoy as it had almost completely dried into her skin. She smiled and played on Ron's obvious lust. As she slowly traveled to the edge of the tub nearest him, Hermione made clear the sway of her hips and the softness of her skin as she ran her hands over it in a sensual way.

She wanted him, “How convenient to fine you here,” and she knew he wanted her since his cock was standing attention out of the water as he slowly stood up. She would do anything to curb the raging sex-beast inside of her. She had no boundaries.

“'Mione, what are you doing?” Ron asked with an unsure quality to his voice as Hermione entered the water and began to bath herself, starting at the chest.

“Taking a bath silly, but... if you don't want me to--” she started in a pouty mock.

“No!” he interrupted over-zealously. “No, you can stay.”

Hermione smiled. “Good, because I need a hand with washing my back. Could you soap it down for me, Ronald?” She purred his full name breathlessly, moaning softly as he obliged and began to rub soap on her glistening skin. “Yes, oh that's so soothing, Ron.”

He washed her off with hot water watching it cascade down her spine to her perfectly round bottom and back into the bath.

“I think you've missed some soap that's gotten on my front.” she pressed on, “Could you get it for me?”

Ron thought he would lose his load as she turned around and withered, rubbing her tits as he poured more water on her tight body.

“I don't think I did a very good job of washing my chest,” she teased, “could you please show me how you would get it clean?”

Ron unleashed a lopsided grin as he lathered the soap once again between him hands. “Anything you ask.” However, his grin slowly disappeared into sexual tension as he ran his soapy hands up Hermione's sides and over the fullness of her straining tits.

His hands felt so good as they cleansed her valley and peaks. He made sure to spend adequate time giving attention to soaping her nipples as he watched her hand glide to her pussy.

His mouth went dry as she took one of his soapy hands and slid it down her toned torso to her cunt. “And what about here?” she pleaded releasing his hand to think for itself.

Slowly, Ron slid his fingers back and forth across her pussy lips, parting then once every three stroked. He watched as Hermione threw her head back and moaned, rocking with the motion of his digits. He hadn't even entered her yet and she was already dripping with slippery cream – which was not the soap.

In great remorse he had to part with her pussy as he washed her down again with water. Her body was flush and firm, still withering with horniness.

“Now,” she started as all of the soap was cleansed from her skin, “time for you to get clean.” She waded closer in the shallow water, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “And I know just were to start.”

Softly, as she held his intense gaze, Hermione laced her fingers around his large cock, slowly pumping it, erotically licking her lips as she did so.

Ron buckled, moaning as he rested his forehead on the witch's shoulder.

She pumped hard and fast, watching as Ron groped at her skin, swearing under his breath. “Fuck, Hermione!”

Suddenly, Hermione ceased her ministrations of his cock and stepped away.

His eyes opened curiously, saddened by the withdrawal, yet not for long.

Hermione put a hand to his chest and guided him backwards until the back of his knees hit the underwater bench around the edge of the tub. He sat roughly, watching as the witch in front of him reached for her wand and charmed herself, disappeared under the bubbly bath water.

For a moment he searched for her through the frothy bath, until he felt her hot mouth wrap around his stiff cock and suck as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.

“FUCK!” he yelled, as he felt her lips reach the base of his dick, while the tip of it hammered the back of the minx's throat. She was deep-throating him so erotically that Ron reached his hand down to her head and held her as he thrust into her hot, wet mouth, groaning wildly.

Hermione smiled to herself under the water as she continued her attack, lightly scraping her teeth against the underside of the tip. She then opened her throat and gave it all she had, fighting her gage reflex yet again to torture Ron crazy.

It worked. Ron was thrashing and moaning as the horny schoolgirl fucked his cock hard and fast with her mouth. Suddenly, hands laced in Hermione's hair and brought her back to the surface, breaking the charm.

“I need you, 'Mione.” he panted in exertion. “I need your pink cunt around me.”

Hermione smirked, pushing him back. It would be her pleasure.

She was aggressive. It was almost as if she had forgotten who she was about to fuck, but found that she didn't really care who the stiff, throbbing rob was connected to. It just had to be inside of her.

Bending her knees, Hermione climbed onto the bench and straddled him.

Ron had little time to prepare as Hermione sank her hot pussy deep onto his cock. He felt a surge of excitement roll through his body at the sound of her sexy moan.

Ron sat in shock as Hermione began to rock her hips against his lap. The base of his cock was now creating a raw friction against his balls as Hermione drew out her rocks in tantalizing circles.

Hermione moaned in delighted lust as Ron let his head lull back, thrusting hard and quick into her tight pussy. Her ass slapped against his thighs as he grabbed firmly onto her waist and pistoned in and out. Leaning forward, arching her back and raising her tail bone so that Ron could pound her G-spot, Hermione thrust her chest into his face.

Ron immediately took one erect tit into his mouth sucking hard enough to bruise as he dipped his hand down to her swollen clit.

“Fuck yes! Ah, ah, ah, ahh!” Hermione panted as the thick cock annihilated her cunt, screaming is uncontrollable ecstasy at the pleasure building from her clit as Ron rubbed. “I'm cumming! Fuck my pussy! FUCK ME!”

Ron had never fucked so hard and fast as he pinched and sucked her huge bouncing tits. “Oh God, I love your cunt!”

“Ah, ahhh, AHHH FUCK!” she screamed shaking and moaning with every thrust until the walls of her pussy began to quake around Ron's dick.

With a few more jarring thrusts, Ron fucked her into oblivion, watching her face as she came hard. Seconds later, with a surprise groan upon seeing her orgasm, he shot his hot jizz up her pussy.

It was true that Ron had curbed her appetite, but only just. It was a fast fuck, but now that she was as clean as bathwater could make her she slid from Ron's hot grip with an altogether much too seductive wiggle. Her nipples brushed his arm in a teasing fashion as she slinked sexily through the water. With a delicate jump Hermione brought herself to a sitting position on the edge of the tub.

Ron's mouth began to water as he watched her tits bounce once more along with the action. What he wouldn't give to have his head buried between them again, licking the valley that resided there.

With a toss of her hair, Hermione stood tall and began to dress back into her tight silk robe that left little to the imagination.

“It's been fun Ronald but I'll be off now.” she cooed in her ever enticing manner.

With a sharp blink, Ron gaped at her. “What do you mean 'go'? Where?”

“To bed silly. We do have classes in the morning.”

“To hell with your bloody classes. You could stay longer, I wouldn't mind.” The hint was subtle, yet non-the-less desperate, one thing Hermione had no patience for.

“No, I'm afraid I can't, Ron. As Head Girl I must keep up appearances. Besides, you need a little more of a scrub, perhaps in some cleaner water.”

With a grumble of regret, Ron shooed her away, pouting like a child.

Hermione clicked the prefect's bathroom portrait closed behind her and released a sigh of relief. That encounter may have had more consequences than benefits now that she though about it. But there was no time to dwell on that now. She had to hurry back to her dorm before the barely satisfied want in her cunt threatened even more powerfully.