Out of Control

It was no use. The rubbing of her thighs and the bouncing of her round breasts were too distracting to her.

Hermione looked down and noted that her hard nipples were straining against the cool silk of her night robe. Her pussy hadn't stopped throbbing the whole night and the sweat began beading on her forehead.

That was the final straw. Ducking into an alcove behind a statue Hermione threw herself against a wall, propped up a leg on the base of the stone figure and plunged two figures deep withing her leaky cunt.

With a moan of relief she tossed her head back and worked her hard tits through the silk, pinching and twisting them. Her fingers on her other hand curled up into a hook as she pounded herself ragged. Her pants of pleasure increased as her eyes slammed shut in concentration.

Again her imagination veered to Draco Malfoy, she couldn't understand why, nor did she care to decipher it at that moment.

She could envision herself chained in cuffs hanging in the middle of a dungeon by her arms as Malfoy fucked her from behind. Her chains allowed her to slide on a track from one end of the dungeon to the other, which Draco took advantage of. She imagined him pushing her over to the dungeon wall, moving from her pussy to her ass. She concentrated on the feeling of his cock invading her asshole as her pussy rubbed up against the rough stone.

“Oh, God.” She loved it rough, or so she was finding.

The build of precious pleasure skyrocketed in her center as she fantasized about his sexual cruelty. Her head tossed from side to side as she ruthlessly invaded her own cunt. Coherency was gone and the panting was audible. Hermione let her robe fall open to caress her sides, exposing her rigid tits to the cold air of the stone corridor. One hand traveled to the ample mounds of her breasts, working up to the nipples aggressively. She could feel the uneven ridges in the cold stone wall grate against her back as the sweet pistoning motion in her sex reached a new level of ferocity.

Hermione's other hand moved to join the ministrations on her chest, neglecting to register that her cunt was still being pounded. Moan after moan leaked from her hot mouth as she was invaded faster and harder, the way she liked it. It was only upon hearing a groan in response to her own guttural noises that Hermione's eyes cracked open.

She now knew there was someone else participating in this fuck, but she was so horny that she wouldn't have cared if it was Filch, just as long as he could make her cum.

Focusing her sight through the pounds, and squinting past the shade of the dark alcove, Hermione found unruly black hair and emerald green eyes. Closing her vision off as the ministrations ceased, she responded breathlessly, “Fuck you, Harry,” while a smile tugged at the corner of her lips when she noticed his invisibility cloak rumpled on the ground. He wasn't a cruel blond, but she had heard he had a big cock.

“I was planning on fucking you instead, you horny bitch.” It wasn't a derogatory statement, but Hermione wouldn't have cared if it had been. She embodied almost the exact opposite of her day-to-day bookworm self when she needed a cock. Her fantasies of a Death Eater's son was proof of that. The dirty talk fit right in with her alternate personality, it made her pussy drip.

As she cracked her eyes again to look at her best friend with lusty intentions, she noticed as his fly unzipped that the hard and fast fuck had only involved fingers. Hermione was so turned on by the anticipation that her leg came down from the statue and she forced Harry to back against it. Dropping to her knees she licked her lips while still holding his gaze. Extracting his hot member from its covers, she encased it slowly with her steamy mouth, moaning and gyrating to the movements she set upon him. One hand snaked around the base of his big cock, while the other worked his balls. She was hungry after her previous encounters of the night and cock cum seemed the best option for a light snack.

Harry threw his head back as he laced his hands in her wild mane of hair. Slowly he humped her mouth, groaning with satisfaction at the small gaging noises she was emitting.

Hermione worked her tongue in a swirling motion around his tip, occasionally breaking free to give his cock's underside a long lick from base to top before deep-throating his entire length. He was a fair size at seven inches, but his girth was impressive, just as Lavender had relayed.

“Oh God, you filthy girl. Suck my cock. Fuck! Yeah.” His words came out in a breathless grate, but it spurred Hermione to deep-throat his length faster, and massage his balls more vigorously. Harry's pants began to labor harder as she continued. He was close to cumming and just couldn't pull away. Hermione had made sure of that. She had abandoned his balls and slide her hands around to his ass and down his pants, locating his hole. Harry jerked in surprise, gasping as he felt her finger push through the tight muscle ring.

“Oh, FUCK!”

That was all it took, with a sharp shutter and a few jagged thrusts, Harry came hard into Hermione's waiting throat. Not one drop was wasted as she fed off the whole batch.

Licking her lips once more, Hermione moaned bringing two fingers to her clit and rubbing furiously. She had almost forgotten Harry was there when, in one swift movement, he picked her up and hammered her against the wall. His cock was hard again and inside her so fast she couldn't do anything but scream with pleasure at his roughness. It was almost as if he had known about her fantasy with Malfoy when he happened upon her masturbating in an alcove.

The stone torn into her back as she lifted one leg to wrap it around his waist. They fucked aggressively, panting, moaning and swearing in passion. Hermione rocked her hips quickly as Harry hammered his prick into her pussy like an errant locomotive.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck my pussy Wonder Boy.”

His thrusts intensified to the point where the skin on Hermione's back broke with the force grating her against the wall. She could feel heat dripping down her spine, but it only amplified the pleasure.

“Fuck, Hermione!” Harry called as he began peaking. “Oh God, your sweet cunt!”

His hands squeezed her hips as he tried to fuck his jizz into her pussy. He had had a constant boner for her ever since the year began. He knew Ron wanted to fuck her, and that would usually mean something to him as he was Ron's best mate, but for the past two weeks something was different. His cock wanted Hermione and he couldn't say no seeing her parade around in her too tight uniform. He only wished he could she her face as his dick made her moan.

He pumped her in shallow and hard slams, listening to his balls slap her cunt. Faster, harder. “Cum for me.” he whispered in her ear, “I want to see you fall apart for me. Fuck my dick!”

“Ah, ah, AH, AHH, AHHH, Fuck me harder! Yeah, uh, uh!” Hermione was lost as her own orgasm threatened to release. A few more thrusts –

Suddenly a light found the two engaged teens in their dark corner, operated by none-other than Severus Snape. “What do we have here. . .” However, he only managed to identify Hermione as she was facing him. As he approached the two at a slow pace, focusing as if mesmerized by Hermione's body, Harry made a dash for it, pleading his apology to Hermione with his eyes. She couldn't blame him, Snape would ruin him for spite if he knew it was Harry.

Snape spun around quickly, but not quickly enough. Harry was gone, invisible to the naked eye, and Snape had no means of finding his identity. Except for Hermione.